In Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna, we saw Indians living in the New York marrying, cheating, divorcing and being miserable in the pursuit of soul mates. In Sajid Khan’s Heyy Babyy, the location is Sydney, and the trio of dawgs (Arush, Tanmay, Al) never get that far, as they bounce from girl to girl in an endless string of meaningless physical encounters.
The movie opens with the title song, featuring Akshay Kumar, Riteish Deshmukh and Fardeen Khan living it up in the nightclub that Akshay’s character, Arush, manages. They are joined by some 20 actresses in dance on, dance off guest appearances. It’s a high energy number and the girls (Malaika Arora, for example) look stunning.
The next day, all three boys wake up in their rooms of the bachelor pad, each wrapped around his own conquest from the previous night. Arush answers the doorbell and finds a mystery baby girl gurgling and cooing at him. She is the most adorable child you will have seen in years, unless you have your own, and then she will be the second most adorable child you’ve ever glimpsed.
slutty fancyfree the boys all are, the baby could belong to any of them. They draw up long, long lists of all the Aussie maidens they’ve bedded and seek out each and every one to look for the missing mother, but, many tight slaps later, no luck. In the meantime, much slapstick comedy ensues as they learn how to feed and diaper the tot, wherein the three become model parents and newly sensitive men, regretting any pain their past indiscretions have caused.
Vidya Balan appears and the father in the group realizes he’s the one, as the mother waltzes off with the bundle of joy, leaving the men bereft.
The trio devise a plan to win her and the baby back. More slapstick, a few more songs and a wedding, and a wonderful picturization of Mast Kalandar, complete with guest appearance by SRK in a gorgeous mauve sherwani (with a baby pink lining) and some tongue-not-quite-in-cheek references to DDLJ.
You’ll completely ignore the closing credits rolling by on a split screen, because of the final number. It’s a re-do of the title song, but this time with the accompaniment of Australian group Girl Band, as a series of outtakes give way to a Chippendales type scene playing out. Akshay and the two boys appear in air pilot uniforms, which they shed before a cheering all-female audience. Athletic Akshay manages to do a bit of very competent pole dancing too.
See it or skip it?
It’s a fun summer soufflé, though with a few dents in it from some overwrought drama and an excess of about 10 minutes overall. Akshay is cute, Fardeen rather misplaced (except when playing the khadi-wearing, shudh Hindi-speaking suitor), and it is Riteish who comes out surprisingly strong here. After his comic turns in films like Bluffmaster, he again shows an easy ability for comedy. Vidya manages well enough, in spite being saddled with several unflattering dresses with the largest, ugliest patterns imagineable. Her saris at the Delhi wedding scenes are a welcome respite.