Somewhere in the first half of Sajid Khan’s PJ-soaked Heyy Babyy, the three leads gather around a baby who has just survived a near-death experience due to their negligence. They all grab the little one’s feet and inform us of their transformation from playboys to caring fathers. Fardeen, being a Muslim you see, uses some fancy Urdu words for the first time in the movie (just in case we needed yet another cue).
Later a strange glow bathes the baby giving the whole scene a very Biblical touch. Turns out the light is coming from the rising sun streaming through the slats of a window. Director Sajid Khan piles on the metaphors and tries really hard to squeeze the lemon in this scene.
This was a moment of spontaneous hilarity for me. And unfortunately in Heyy Babyy there are many such moments of unintended humor (watch for the “contract” later in the movie).
Tightly copied from “Three Men and A Baby”, the film stars Akshay Kumar, Fardeen Khan and Ritesh Deskhmukh as three swinging (and I should add – highly unlikely) playboys who go through women like Nirupa Roy goes through tissues in a 70s blockbuster. Their lives are turned upside down when they discover a little baby (looking way too large for her projected movie age) in a bassinet outside their apartment door with a note that starts with Dharmendra’s favorite salutation. “Kutte, Kamine” it says, look after your girl. Of course, the girl’s father’s identity is a mystery so while they learn to look after the baby, our three dashing leads make a list of their conquests in an effort to find their mother. Hilarity for the Himesh Reshammiya generation ensues.
Early on in the film, Sajid Khan stages the titular song with much gusto. He piles on the sleaze and inserts a number of starlets in the song in an effort to tell us just how “bad” our boys are. This song, besides being catchy, carries a “look who that is” sense of surprise that makes it fun to watch. Later, the boys spurt champagne over the girls’ cleavage as they thrust their hips. (Did I mention Sajid Khan is a master of metaphors?) None of the rest of the first half matches this sleazy sense of fun.
Luckily the second half of the film – which changes from Heyy Babyy to Heyy Bhaabhii – picks up a bit. There are several reasons for this.
First, Boman Irani’s role gets considerably meatier and although he hams his way through, he’s positively thespian compared to the rest in the movie. Second, you are just getting into the groove of the movie and there are some genuinely madcap (albeit unoriginal) sequences like an impromptu boxing match that inject some surprise. And lastly, its amazing how much your expectations are lowered by a double-fried theater samosa that you start enjoying just about anything.
Awkward Parenting Moments: Several. Fardeen brags about carrying more condoms in his pocket than cash. There is talk about impotence. The leads go about asking several women if they got pregnant during their time together. There is a boinking scene between Akshay and Vidya Balan that makes her pregnant. There is a lot of really tired gay humor. There is some minor foul language. And there is a near-death experience for a child that might upset some little ones.