Old and all in all too confident simultaneously, Maja Mama is an unusual creation served on vivid, ‘social parody’ platter. This account of a lady concealing somewhere down in the wardrobe up until her 50s is a disheartening watch because of several factors, including, however not restricted to the most terrible American pronunciations you’ve heard.
Madhuri Dixit plays a Gujarati mother of two, the moving sovereign of her Vrindavan Culture, aarti-pioneer and an ideal spouse all in all with the exception of one. During a shouting meeting with her actual liberal, very testing little girl (Shrishti Shrivastava), she neglects that she is a lesbian. What’s more, in the laziest piece of composing and series of occasions, the fact of the matter is uncovered to her whole family as well as her neighbors, and most damningly, her child’s (Ritwik Bhowmick) to-be parents in law.
The NRI parents in law are played by consistently watchable Sheeba Chaddha and Rajit Kapur. In any case, here, they are a revile to endure every step of the way. With their phony American inflections, terrible, unsubtle pomposity, an enduring hard-on for customs and culture, they are the genuine antiheroes of the story, yet just caricaturish-ly so. Their little girl (Barkha Singh), but sweet, understanding and kind she might be, likewise attacks your ears with her complement that movements all through a scene at whatever point it satisfies. Every one of the a wreck might have been effortlessly stayed away from.
Another untidy piece – Maja Mama needs to live in the cutting edge and conventional universes simultaneously. The lady is a closeted lesbian however she has to the ideal insignia of womanhood to be treated in a serious way. Madhuri’s Pallavi cooks, cleans, moves and assists her significant other with winning nearby decisions, and really at that time is she considered deserving of ‘another opportunity’. Then there is the whole piece about lie locator tests, taking her to fake babas to give a thumping to her. All finished with nuance of a drill. The family betrays her and is simply won back with some dingy exchange, sheer amazing good fortune and as a last resort, somebody can continuously be given malignant growth.
Madhuri, in one of her couple of lead-featuring jobs since gets back from the US herself, is for the most part great to watch. In any event, while continuing endlessly about concealing her mysterious, driving mad and at some point frantic eyes at her girl to sharing the sheer misery of not being associated with the area’s aarti program interestingly, Madhuri is credible and loveable. While she remains in the ‘abhagan’ domain for a large portion of the film, the circle back toward the end is sufficiently soothing.
The credit for best execution actually goes to Simone Singh as Pallavi’s ex-fire with the spiciest words for impolite NRIs. In a second that plainly had a place in an alternate and better film, Simone provides Sheeba with a warm serving of honey squarely in her ear that nearly makes you need to leave your seat and cheer for at last quieting down the terrible complement. Indeed, even Sheeba nearly compensates for that complement when the sweet, straight Punjabi comes spouting through eventually.
In any case, some great Punjabi swearing doesn’t compensate for absolutely superfluous, long scenes about unintentionally engorged penises, rubbish dance things for the brilliance of America, flaunting about virgin families and other conventional, unfunny fillers. With its message in advancement, family connections and social shameful acts, Maja Mama was just missing an Ayushmann Khurrana. He, who has made a whole profession with a spate of such movies would fit right in. Yet, even he knows that being really interesting is critical. All else comes auxiliary. Let Maja Mama be one more example in why social comedies won’t ever work without the ‘satire’ bit.
