Delhi Belly Movie Review: Thank God for Aamir Khan!
Delhi Belly is a fast, pacy ride. This isn’t a film for the squeamish or the easily offended as it contains (covered) erections, (under the covers) cunnilingus and a galaxy of foul language that is used most inventively
A massive hat tip to Aamir Khan (the producer, not the actor) for having the gumption to produce such diverse fare and make it succeed at the box office, for, back in 2001, a four-hour film about cricket (Lagaan) was a huge financial risk. Similarly, films about dyslexia (Taare Zameen Par), farmer suicides (Peepli Live) and an artsy Mumbai diary (Dhobi Ghat) were all risks, but had punters queuing up at the turnstiles. Marvellously written by Akshat Verma, Delhi Belly is a racy caper laced with colourful and rude language and something that a more conventional producer wouldn’t have dared to touch. Click here to read more