Were the film Ferrari Ki Sawaari to go through a medical examination, glucose levels in its celluloid would be abnormally high. A small Parsi family in Mumbai, all cricket connected, live in a sugar-coated world where cricket is a metaphor for heaven. The boy is a gifted batsman, the Dad is a scrupulously upright head clerk in the Regional Transport Office and Grandpa is a one-time Ranji player whose career was destroyed by a bouncer he lost sight of (Nari Contractor comes to mind).
It’s a shady deal if you ever saw one, and the obsessively honest Rustom, who has so far set an example of high integrity for his son, falls for it. Not only that, he borrows the car without Sachin’s permission—that is to say, he steals it. First of all, this is completely out of character for Rusy, and second, since the Ferrari bit is not a subplot but an entirely new plot, the film takes off on this detour of exclusive cars in India. Fascinating stuff, but connecting all this to cricket is an impossible job, and the plot caves in.
Caught between two stories, a kiddie cricket fantasy and an adult automobile romance, the film doesn’t work. A gorgeous Ferrari and a gorgeous woman (Vidya Balan in the item number Mala Jau De) is what you are left to chew the cud with.