Bollywood and culture in an emerging India
Speedy Singhs: Flat aftertaste
Robert Lieberman’s “Speedy Singhs” is a feel-good movie that surprises you with an actual story and one that doesn’t leave the same bitter aftertaste as recent mindless comedies.
The story revolves around an Alladin-faced Rajveer Singh (Vinay Virmani) and the Sikh community he belongs to in Canada. He dreams of playing ice hockey professionally instead of working in the family truck business his father (Anupam Kher) wants him to join.
Rajveer and his friends from the community decide to take on the challenge and play the game in a championship. The team is financially supported by Rajveer’s uncle and it is from his truck company that the team takes ‘Speedy Singhs’ as its name.
Hollywood actor Rob Lowe plays a former player who comes to their rescue as the team coach.
The coach has a pretty sister, who becomes Rajveer’s love interest as soon as she appears. Things fall into place without much ado as the plot develops. And all’s well that ends well.
The movie falls short of peaking even once, despite an attempt at parallel conflict via hints at racial discrimination, the honour of the turban, the goon-like home team versus the humble Singh brigade.
There seems, in fact, a certain apologetic tone on behalf of those Sikhs who have done away with long hair and a reassurance for facing odds while living in an alien land and the social pressure that comes with it.
Although “Speedy Singhs” does not have anything we haven’t seen before, it does not disappoint. There are no over-the-top performances and no slapstick humour.
Akshay Kumar appears as himself in a two-minute cameo, while stand-up comedian Russell Peters seems comfortable playing the slightly confused role of a scheming brother-in-law to Rajveer, throwing in one-liners once in a while.
Usually in a movie that involves sport, winning for revenge and honour builds up a high point and victory leaves audiences with a sense of joy.
But “Speedy Singhs” is a predictable comedy that leaves you with a flat aftertaste, which even the final winning goal does not seem to take away.