With (a few) digs at the Punjabi race, and
(many) digs at the Bengali race, Vicky Donor does not impress me, and just
serves to irritate, in its reinforcement of stereotypes. Deep down beneath the
clichés, there is possibly a meaningful story of some sort – the Delhi boy
coerced by a well-meaning head of a fertility clinic to become a sperm donor,
the Bengali beauty who works in a bank and gets duly wooed by and wedded to the
Punjabi dude, the childless couple in stark contrast to the dozens and dozens
of couples that Vicky Arora (Ayushmann Khurrana) aka Vicky Donor has managed to
bless with a progeny. But one needs to acknowledge that the movie does bring
out successfully the plight of the sperm donor – feted by a few couples who
finally see the light of day in parenthood, while derided by immediate family
and friends as the pursuer of a vocation that they deeply abhor being
associated with socially. But, in the end, for me, the stereotypes predominate
– I do not like them and I find them demeaning. And, someday, the very act of
portraying stereotypes in Bollywood movies must end
10/20
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