While the Hindi film industry is rather prolific in churning out insanely dumb stuff, nothing can truly prepare you for the experience that is Guddu Ki Gun. In which Kunal Khemu manages to stain the beds of horny Bengali ladies before selling them washing powders. His extended name could as well as be 'Chaar Bundo Wala Aaha.' Yes, this is that kind of a film.
A supposed sex-comedy where Kunal wakes up to find his boomerang turn into solid gold, the film is littered with puns - some of them funny, most of them stupid and all of them obsessed with his rollicking sex life.
For his escapades are so wild that he maintains multiple diaries to keep track of the women he's slept with. Here all that glitters *is* gold. In fact, when the doc recommends some lab tests to find out the, ahem, root cause, I half-expected Kunal to walk into Zaveri Bazaar for the check-ups.
Set in Kolkata, the film assembles all sorts of stereotypes: the cocky Bihari, the over-accented Bengali babu, the overtly sexual Bong brigade, the dumb doctor with a dumber, hotter nurse (she claims knowledge of gold citing her South Indianness). It is then revealed that Kunal's junk has turned gold-plated owing to dark magic by a twisted Bong. In order for it to be reverted, he needs to find true love. Predictably true love is "ugly-looking" and Kunal must sacrifice his dick of gold for a, um, heart of gold.
If all of this is still making sense to you, and if jokes like 'Lingam Returns' and 'Lord of the Lings' tickle your funny bone, then Kunal's film is tailor-made for you. It even features Sumeet Vyas as a co-Bihari who makes jokes about how he's 'supporting' Kunal because he's the film's 'supporting actor.'
To give credit where it's due, Kunal is sincere and has the ability to make his character likeable. He delivers his lines with aplomb and some of them to great effect. But there isn't genuine wit to the humour. And despite the film's content, it never goes into sleazy territory.
But to show a woman who is constantly in self-critical mode owing to her self-belief that she isn't beautiful (Tum Subah Ho Aur Main Raat...really?) is simply in bad taste and does nothing to serve the film's purpose, which doesn't exist in the first place.
The film may cater to a crowd that still devours Savita Bhabhi-kind of sexual content and hopes to have an encounter like that. In that sense, Kunal is the Hugh Hefner equivalent and may serve as a role model to all those dudes looking for some manipulative, domestic action.
As for the rest of us, let's just say different strokes for different folks.
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