Vijay 69 Review: Bland

It's too bad Viijay 69 does not let the viewer feel Anupam Kher's despair or his triumph. The most forgettable 'zero to hero' films at least managed that much, notes Deepa Gahlot.

Last year's Nyad was the real-life story of long-distance swimmer, Diana Nyad, who, at age 64, fulfilled her dream of swimming across the Straits of Florida, a 110-mile journey in shark and jellyfish infested waters.

She says at the end, 'Never give up' and 'You're never too old to chase your dreams.'

The key word here is 'dream' -- the champion swimmer had attempted and failed, at age 28, to complete that swim which was considered a milestone in a competitive swimmer's career.

When Akshay Roy, writer and director of Vijay 69, picks up the germ of the idea to make his film, it is simply about an elderly man, who is stung that his best friend could not list any achievements in a eulogy at his funeral, when he was feared dead.

Right from the phoniness of this incident, the film tries to push every button but fails to engage the viewer in the struggle of the protagonist.

Vijay Mathew (Anupam Kher) does not come home one night, and the very next morning, his family and friends organise an elaborate funeral, at which his buddy Fali (Chunky Panday: bad wig, worse accent) cannot remember any accomplishments.

That's not the point of an eulogy, in any case, but the character is Catholic just to have that scene.

To make him 'different', Vijay is foul-mouthed and comes up with cusswords like 'isabgol ke rasgulle', along with the usual profanities.

The widowed 69-year-old retired school swimming coach lives in a large bungalow in what looks like a Parsi colony in Mumbai.

His sole achievement was winning a bronze medal in a state swimming championship years ago.

On a whim, he decides to participate, not in a swimming event, which would be credible, but a triathlon, when he has no prior history or current interest in athletics.

The plot moves exactly as expected. His senior citizen friends laugh at him, his daughter shrieks in indignation, the triathlon association rejects his application for obvious reasons.

But as it happens only in the movies, every time a door is slammed, somebody from the past just happens to walk in to open it.

There are the standard training sequences, in which Vijay huffs and puffs and falls down several times, without even a bruise to show for it.

The villain is a neighbour (Dharmendra Gohil) with a grudge, who does not want the spotlight stolen from his son Aditya (Mihir Ahuja), who is also in the event as the youngest ever participant.

So this fire-breathing neighbour tries everything to get Vijay disqualified, including getting a television reporter to discredit him.

The hysteria on the national news about some small local event is laughable.

Vijay's unexpected friendship with Aditya is the sweetest thing about the film. The young chap is nothing like his father and is chafing under pressure himself.

His marketing expert girlfriend, and the colony's resident vlogger (with millions of followers, seriously?), join Vijay's side. Even the daughter stops nagging for a change.

Make a list of all underdog and sports film cliches, and Vijay 69 has all of them.

Right from successful NRIs humiliating Vijay for his humble vocation to the spirit of his long-dead wife hovering to cheer him on to that old favourite song that puts the wind beneath Vijay's feet.

The film seems to have been written for Anupam Kher, who pulls out all the stops in his effort to make Vijay lovable. It's too bad the bland film does not let the viewer feel his despair or his triumph.

The most forgettable 'zero to hero' films at least managed that much.

Vijay 69 streams on Netflix.