In Digestive showtime’s latest offering, a young boy named Ali bemoans that he can’t make any friends which leads his father Ayaan (Feroze Khan) to share his own experience in forging friendships. The scene cuts to the time he road tripped with Hamza (Ahmad Majeed Agloria), his younger brother, to visit his sick father (Mehmood Aslam). Ayaan, who has returned to Pakistan after fifteen years in London sports a crew cut, drives a Benz (wait — did he get it shipped over here?), and cuts quite the figure in his Roberto Cavalli scarf and fawn coloured polo neck. Of course, he also has a churlish attitude to go with it.
Hamza’s saccharine disposition is the perfect foil to Ayaan’s testiness but the former seems rather one dimensional – as if only there to teach a valuable life lesson to the ‘hero’ of the story. Hamza’s use of ‘Ayaan Bhai’ starts to grate on one’s nerves especially after he uses it 7 times in two minutes. Irritated, Ayaan himself echoes the audience’s question: “What’s with this Ayaan bhai, Ayaan bhai?” Hamza replies innocently that it is what father taught him. “You are my brother,” he says in a cloyingly sentimental scene. Need I say more or have you already guessed how this pans out?
No opportunity is wasted to emphasize Hamza’s ability to make friends. He performs impromptu roadside magic tricks for some school kids after the duo get a flat tire and makes fast friends with the ladies at a motel after impressing them by bottle flipping. Right. We get it. He knows how to Make Friends unlike his boorish older brother. I only wish it had been a tad subtler. As expected, the journey is not without fits and starts; after a flat tire, they are also forced to stay at the motel overnight due to a landslide that has blocked the road.
Ayaan also gets involved in an altercation with a woman at the motel who alleges that he scratched her car while standing beside it. Later, the two apologise and she introduces herself as Nisha (Waliya Najib). She figures him to be a “numbers guy,” relentlessly pursuing money rather than relaxing and valuing the people in his life. Here we have the short film’s version of – dare I say it? – the manic pixie dream girl, the sort of heroine who only exists to impart some wisdom to the hero of the story and further his development.
After this, Ayaan suddenly starts confiding in his younger brother (whereas before he had strictly told him to “mind his own business”) and we see the two develop some emotional connection.
The reunion between father and son is touching. The short is well-acted with good cinematography that relies on the old orange and teal palette to create tension and add vibrancy. As for the ending? Well, for a film that stresses on embracing the unexpected it certainly is predictable but it does stay true to its opening message, “Some journeys lead us home. Some words help us bond.”
From : pk.mashable.com