Where's the party yaar?

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‘Yaar’ has fun with touch of ethnic humor
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By ERIC HARRISON
Copyright 2003 Houston Chronicle
The success of My Big Fat Greek Wedding showed there’s a healthy appetite for broad, ethnic-based humor, particularly when it’s attached to conventionally told, sweetly romantic tales.

Where’s the Party Yaar?, a locally filmed movie about Indian immigrants, is broad and ethnic-based, and it’s got a sweetly romantic core. But its younger characters and loopy hipness – not to mention the driving dance music and videolike visual touches – likely won’t endear it to the audience that made Wedding the reigning champion of indie chick flicks.

Where’s the Party Yaar? (loosely translated, yaar is Indian for dude) plays like an extended Saturday Night Live skit, though it’s funnier and more substantive than most of the comedies that really sprang from the show.
Sunil Thakkar plays Shyam Sunder Balabhadrapatramukhi, a clueless FOB in search of the coolest party in Where’s the Party, Yaar?

Despite a shaky beginning, it blossoms into a charming if inconsistent comic essay on assimilation. Its characters, whether FOB (fresh off the boat) or second generation, are figuring out what it means to be an American, taking their cues from television, movies and popular music.

Some adopt hip-hop style and patois, turning their backs on everything Indian. Others walk a line, embracing some elements of their heritage but ashamed of anything deemed too Indian. The youngest character tries on a different identity every time we see him.

The main character is Hari, a college-age FOB who comes to live with relatives in Houston. His cousin Mo, who is about the same age, promotes “Desi Fever” parties for young East Asians.

Mo is thoroughly Americanized and wants nothing to do with the poorly dressed Hari, who doesn’t use deodorant and is horrible at slang.

The film has a romantic subplot. Just before leaving India, Hari’s palm is read by a holy man who predicts he will meet the woman of his dreams in America. He’s eager, but how does he know when he finds her?

The issue of identity is brought to the fore when a classmate films a documentary for a college class. He drifts through the movie, interacting with East Asian groups that have little to do with each other, interviewing them on the Indian experience in America.

This is a true independent movie. It opens today on 11 screens in nine cities before branching out to two other Houston-area theaters next week.

What happens after that will depend on the reception it gets.

MOVIE REVIEW | ‘WHERE’S THE PARTY YAAR?’
Fresh Off the Boat From India and He’s Yearning to Be Cool
By DAVE KEHR

New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com/2003/09/05/movies/05WHER.html?ex=1063339200&en=19268ff1b6c752ef&ei=5062&partner=GOOGLE

Where’s the Party Yaar?" is a scruffy independent feature that carries on the tradition of the immigrant comedy, a form born early in the last century when waves of Jews, Italians, Irish and Germans arrived on these shores just as the new medium of motion pictures was getting under way.

Back then these movies taught immigrants how to handle life in the strange new country of America. (One brilliant example, though from the more dramatic side, is Reginald Barker’s “Italian” (1915), which was recently named to the National Film Registry.) Now the point of view tends to be an already Americanized one, and the recent arrivals — invariably, if anachronistically, referred to as F.O.B.'s, for “fresh off the boat” — are figures of fun, absurdly tied to the manners and customs of the old country.

Such a figure in “Where’s the Party Yaar?,” which opens today in Manhattan, New Jersey, Los Angeles, Houston, Chicago and San Jose, Calif., is Hari Patel (Sunil Malhotra), a gangly, geeky young Indian who has just arrived in Houston, where he is to study computer science at a local college while living with an old friend of his father’s who immigrated many years before. The old friend, who lives in a garish split-level in a Houston suburb, has a son Hari’s age, Mohan (Kal Penn), who was born in the United States and is as American as apple pie. Mohan is a big man on campus and a popular party organizer, whose challenge is to organize an end-of-the-year blowout for the cool Indian students without letting his country-mouse house guest find out about it.

Hence the title, as Hari gets word of the big blast and asks around to find out where it is being held. (Yaar, apparently, is the Hindi word for dude.) Meanwhile, Mohan has fallen in love with Janvi (Serena Varghese), a happening Indian-American woman who is making a documentary on the Indian experience.

“Where’s the Party Yaar?” delves into a few areas, like differing standards in personal hygiene, that the immigrant comedies of the past couldn’t touch. But for the most part it plays out in the old tradition: Hari learns how to comb his hair and wear pants without suspenders, while Mohan learns that the old country values of family solidarity and respect for one’s elders still have some value.

The direction, by Benny Mathews, is often awkward and amateurish, and the sound recording is occasionally so bad that dialogue is unintelligible. But this film clearly understands its target audience of first-generation Indian-Americans and has its pleasures to provide.

WHERE’S THE PARTY YAAR?

Directed by Benny Mathews; written by Sunil Thakkar, Mr. Mathews and Soham Mehta; director of photography, Anthony Fennell; edited by Shimit Amin; production designer, Randy Cole; produced by Mr. Thakkar; released by Music Masala Films. At the U.A. Union Square 14, 13th Street at Broadway. Running time: 110 minutes. This film is not rated.

WITH: Kal Penn (Mohan Bakshi), Sunil Malhotra (Harishkumar Patel), Prem Shah (Ray), Serena Varghese (Janvi Valia) and Tina Cherian (Priya Varghese).

Favoring ‘Party’

Mixed heritages come together for good times.


By Millicent Mayfield
Of The Examiner Staff
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Published on Friday, September 5, 2003

Where’s the Party Yaar

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Starring Kal Penn, Sunil Malhotra, Serena Varghese. Directed by Benny Mathews; written by Mathews and Sunil Thakkar. In English. Not rated. Opens today at the UA Galaxy.


Sometimes Hollywood can get so engrossed in its efforts to reflect the traits of Americana that it forgets that other cultures have their own words for “dude.”
Enter the refreshing “Where’s the Party Yaar?,” a movie that addresses the culture clash often felt between Indian immigrants and Americanized Indians by using the persuasive power of humor.

If “Where’s the Party Yaar?” – ‘yaar’ meaning ‘dude’ – were an American film, one could easily sweep it aside as one of those films with a predictable ending that leaves you feeling vaguely empty.

But, thankfully, it’s not. Filled with wacky humor and inside jokes that may leave Indian audiences rolling in their seat and average Americans sporting a quizzical look, “Where’s the Party Yaar?” manages to fill a void in film diversity.

The film chronicles the efforts of Harishkumar “Hari” Patel (Sunil Malhotra), an Indian immigrant who is fresh off the boat and searching for love, an engineering degree and a way to go from FOB to fab in Houston, Texas.

Before leaving his homeland, Patel consults the advice of an astrologer, who tells him that the woman of his dreams will fall on him from the sky during a fever on a moonlit night.

Upon arrival, Patel stays with family friends, which includes a mother who sends her children off to school with American flags in a post-9/11 era and Mohan Bakshi (Kal Penn), an American-born youth who’s the cool yaar on campus.

Bakshi organizes desi (Indian) parties, trades American colloquialisms with his “peeps,” and pursues the beautiful Janvi Valia (Serena Varghese), a documentary filmmaker bent on exposing the rift that keeps Indians – immigrants and American-born – from sharing a common ground.

The nerdy Patel tries desperately to keep up with Bakshi, but his attempts are rebuffed, as Bakshi makes it clear that FOBs – with their greasy hair, white sneakers, and inability to appreciate the joys of deodorant – are not welcome on the party circuit.

But when Patel catches wind of Desi Fever, a party bound for town, nothing can stop him from finding it and fulfilling the astrologer’s prediction – if only he can be sure he’s got the right girl.

Giving the film its unique personality is its ability to poke fun at the Indian culture – the spontaneous dance sequences, degrees in engineering, and penchants for Toyota Camrys – while highlighting the importance of its individuality and diversity. The film’s solid soundtrack also helps to back this up.