Ferrari ki Sawaari is a low Budget Comedey Film starring Sharman Joshi, Boman Irani and Vidya Balan and Paresh Rawal. The film is written by Neeraj Voraand produced by Vidhu Vinod Chopra. The Film  is a tribute to all the young Cricket boys who spend countless hours, dreaming of the day when they can wield the bat with the same passion as the master blaster does
Plot
Middle-class RTO employee Rustam (Joshi), struggling to make ends meet, dreams to send his very talented 12-year-old son, Kayo, to a cricket training camp at Lord’s, London (he’s so good, he deals in only fours and sixes most of the time). The fee is a whopping Rs150,000. In a moment of weakness, Rustam steals the only Ferrari in Mumbai — the one belonging to Sachin Tendulkar — in his bid to raise the money. But things get murkier with the involvement of an influential politician’s roguish son, a senior cricket administrator and some other quirky characters. Rustam  barely manages to make ends meet on the salary of a head clerk at the RTO, yet is honest to a fault — when he runs a red light without getting caught, he finds a cop and insists on paying a fine. It’s the sort of thing only a Parsi would do.
Review
This is “Lage Raho Munnabhai” without Munna, though there are plenty of low brow Bhais’ zipping around in and out first-time director Rajesh Mapuskar’s blithe frames in search of that elusive feeling of innocence we seem to have lost in our cinema ever since Hrihikesh Mukherjee passed away.
Vidhu Vinod Chopra and Raj Kumar Hirani and now their associate, the debutant director Rajesh Mapuskar try to keep the tradition of Mukherjee’s mellow-mirth alive. Ferrari succeeds in parts. The dialogues in Ferrari lack the punch of Hirani’s Munnabhai films. Yup, the heart is still in the right place. And the first 25 minutes of the film where we see the women-less Parsi family of three generations of grandfather (Boman Irani), father (Sharman Joshi) and son (Ritvick Sahore) trying hard to smile through their dysfunctionality, seems so well co-ordinated in texture mood and emotions that you are kind of lulled into believing you are watching another fine Vindhu Vinod Chopra film on the absence of humanism and redemption of the soul.
Sharman Joshi as the clerical father trying to create an even balance between his eccentric father (Boman, crabbily credible) and his young cricketer son, reminded me in a strange way of Raj Kapoor in “Kal Aaj Aur Kal” where three generations of Kapoors had played grandfather, father and son.
In “Ferarri Ki Sawaari” the three actors are unrelated in real life. And yet they look so much like a family together that you start believing in the power and magic of pop-art to create a world where human emotions can be generated through sheer evocation of authentic emotions in a cinematic language. Mapuskar gets the actors to pitch in believable performances. But after a point the actors are lost in a maze of scenes that must have appeared humorous on paper. On screen they just about make you smile feebly.
But Ferrari… isn’t really another cricket movie (and thank God for that). At its heart, it is an underdog story, with an Everyman up against huge odds; the kind of movie that we have come to expect from a Rajkumar Hirani-Vidhu Vinod Chopra script. In both the Munnabhai films, a common, illiterate gangster overreaches himself, first by questioning a rigid medical system and then by fighting corruption and injustice with Gandhigiri; Rancho in 3 Idiots is an unlikely engineering student up against an education system based on rote-learning.
This is where the film’s well-intended satire on middleclass desperation begins to go seriously wrong. The hare brained scheme of stealing Sachin Tendulkar’s Ferrari for a gangster’s wedding goes as wrong within the characters’ lives as it does on the level of the screenplay.
Most of the purported giggles regarding the inglorious under belly of gangsterism is sadly more wonky than whimsical. Here too there is a redemptive factor. Veteran television actress Seema Bhargava (remember her on the legendary Doordarshan soap “Humlog”?) as the loud-mouthed wedding planner is squirmy in her cheesy machinations. You just can’t help falling in love with the character’s excessive exuberance.
Honestly, the film is hard to dislike. It has moments of immense warmth and humour. Ironically the plot betrays its own interests when it tries to blend bourgeois aspirations with a Walt Disney brand of fantasy. So we have one song devoted to a flying Ferrari where father and son ride the clouds. Equally uninspired is Vidya Balan’s lavni item song. Either she didn’t practice her dance steps. Or the choreographer didn’t turn up on the day of the shoot. Vidya’s has got to be the worst item song in living history.