Go for the gags
Go Goa Gone
Directors: Raj & DK
Actors: Kunal Khemu, Saif Ali Khan
By Mayank Shekhar
The first time the three lead characters in this film encounter what we can see to be drugged out humans with blood dripping from their melting faces, they wonder aloud who these creatures could be. They can bear sunlight, so they’re not vampires. We do spot a vampire in the opening scene of this film when these boys are watching the Telugu version of Michael Jackson’s Thriller, “mega-starring” Chiranjeevi. But that’s on TV.
The creepy looking, semi-conscious humans walking slowly towards these guys in a jungle now don’t have reverse feet, so these boys deduce, they are not chudails (witches) either. They are definitely not regular bhoots, else they could be easily scared away by the sight of the Christian cross. This introduction and similar references before and after suggest that the lead characters here are discovering a fresh variety of ghosts. So is their Indian movie audience, supposedly. The directors feel suitably obliged to simultaneously guide them both through this new movie genre. The half-dead humans before us are precisely that – un-dead or zinda-murda, in short, zombies, found in “Hollywood”, as one of the characters tells us early on.
But strictly speaking, this is not a ‘zombie’ film, which is essentially a terrifyingly grotesque, wildly scary sub-genre of midnight horror. The zombies as widely recognised in western popular culture presently, made their debut with George Romero’s Night Of The Living Dead (1968). Romero followed that frightening film up with Dawn Of The Dead (1978). This film is a zombie comedy. It is roughly more along the lines of Shaun Of The Dead (2004).
In that sense, it is a spoof of something that needs to be explained first. Does that mean the filmmakers might be getting ahead of themselves? Maybe. But is the film sufficiently funny for a comedy, even if set among zombies? Yes. The performances are breezy, the comic timing is brilliant, the lines are first-rate. So it’s all good then.
The humour is mainly directed at the three young humans in the film – their lifestyles and their love-lives. And a Boris Cristo type Russian druglord called Barees (spelt Boris), who shoots off zombies’ heads with his buddy the way you would splice fruits in a video-game to de-stress. You may like to get into this duck-hunt as late as possible in a film and exit as early, sometimes it can become a stretch; it does. But ‘Barees’ has no choice. You don’t care about zombies dying either. They were dead to begin with. They live off human flesh and suck on blood to survive. They also spread this disease.