The film takes us into the unremarkable life of this Parsi family comprising three generations of men. Grandpa Deboo or Mota baba (Boman Irani) is grumpier than the average grumpy person of his age and is perpetually plopped in front of the TV set. His son Rusy/ Rustom (Sharman Joshi) is an annoyingly righteous version of Ned Flanders (if this was possible?), only minus the green sweater and the combed mane and moustache. The youngest and perhaps the only uncaricatured member of this family is Rustom’s 12 year-old budding cricketer son, Kayo (Ritvik Sahore). Now, how this family manages to get involved with Italy’s automotive pride is a long-winding story best left to be seen on the screen. In a sentence, the film is about Rustom and Mota Baba’s journey in trying to fund Kayo’s cricket camp at the Lords. But apart from this larger basic plot, the sub-plots and tiny parallel stories interest, engage and make you postpone your washroom visit.
Some of the most delightful scenes in the film are short-lived but enough to experience the suggested emotion. One of them would be the scene where Kayo peeks into his grandpa’s room just after learning about his glorious past. It’s a tiny scene with no dialogues but it speaks volumes about the new-found love, respect and admiration that is visible in Kayo’s eyes.
The film wins for being simplistic and devoid of forced complications. But it is this same merit that could be seen as a minus as many could perceive the film to be too straight-laced and without a personality. But ‘Ferrari Ki Sawaari’ should be regarded for the very fact that it dares to do just that without worrying about how it would be perceived or sold or acknowledged. A simple story told simply by characters who can’t spell ‘complex’ but manage to get you to sit up and empathize with them.
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