Ready is a classy film. You have to wonder what would Bollywood do with all that glam money, if films like Ready werent made and directors like Anees Bazmee didnt exist. Ready exudes class precisely because its so mass. Take for example the line by Sallu, Main kutta hoon, aur yeh meri kutiya hai, referring to his girl, Asin.This is Bollywood at its most sublime. When stars the size of Salman use such self-deprecating context-less humour, there is little chance of the audience not empathising. You can just imagine couples going home to canoodle and make their own little pilloos right after watching the film.Ready has some classy writing. It transcends plot and logic. Its set in a world that is made up entirely of one-line witticisms. Its kind of like Twitter, except twice as classy. Sample this: Jiske pass hai family support, usko nahi kar sakta koi deport and Dher saare car, uske saath sanskar. Meta jokes abound too.There are beautiful references to Thank You, Welcome, and No Entry and one of the conditions set by a rich family to meet the goon families (plot alert) is that they should not dress as if theyre in a C-grade film (were three-quarters into the movie by now and frankly they never looked out of place in this scenario). If this is not a classy meta-joke, nothing is. Move over Community.
Ready is classily shot in Thailand. Except for one song sequence and a 10-second tuk-tuk chase, the makers of Ready have made it a point to ensure that every frame is stripped clean of any reference to the country. Everybody speaks Hindi, there is not a single Thai face to be spotted (did they even fly in extras?), and certainly no landmarks or indications that this is anything but Bazmees backyard.The point to be made here is that the Indian diaspora is not to be taken lightly. They will come to your country and make it their own. Bollywood gives you the license to be yourself wherever you travel, to disregard a countrys culture and customs and to mock its people. Just how classy is that?
But nothing can come quite as classy as the moments in the film that hold a mirror, a true reflection to the kind of society we are. In the cant-get-out-of-your-head song Dhinka Chika, young school kids double up as backup dancers, as the hero-heroine flap hands near unsavoury places and sing about how theyre going to show the other 12 love moves over 12 months. Please excuse the euphemisms; the kids are going to need a shrink when theyre older. What about Paresh Rawal telling a slightly dark-skinned man that should he be on TV, pure desh ki nazar utar jaayegi. Or Salman practically looking into camera and advising viewers on how to handle their children, Samjhao pehle baat, nahi sune to do kheechke laath. Tips on becoming a classy parent to those pilloos.The climax is mostly about a cool dreadlocked man who comes out of coma, beats up Salmans father while he gets married and pushes his grandfather to the floor, all for the sake of the plot. Thirty seconds later hes smiling for a family portrait, everything sorted. This kind of amazing character graphing would make a guy like Clint Eastwood question his own classiness.The reason Ready deserves an extra half star, notwithstanding the above-mentioned points, it is still less offensive than Thank You. Thank you.