Beeba Boys

Going into the theatre, I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, and in the end I absolutely loved the movie!! I've heard many criticisms at the fact it glamorizes gangs etc. But in an interview Mehta states that "crime doesn't" pay, and the movie demonstrates this. She addresses the themes of immigration, and differences within generations, and a sense of belonging.

Overall the movie was entertaining, and kept you engaged. There are moments of humour, but mostly, it kept you thinking and wondering "ah what's going to happen!". I really recommend that you see it, you'll definitely enjoy it :) PLUS you'll get to see 103 minutes of Ali Momen :) Something you could never get bored of :P

It's a film worth watching! Well shot, well acted and an intense wild ride! It delivers on all fronts with dark humour, killer fashion statements and raw emotion. It sheds a light on a topic that many people had no idea about. It's a journey about identity, family and brotherhood.

Beeba boys goes against the grain of Canadian films and give you an adrenaline filled journey through this indo-Canadian sub culture that exists predominantly in Vancouver.

Plus how often do you get to see South Asians kick ass in a main stream film. So thank you Deepa and the entire cast for a cinematic treat. Soon I hope that the lines between all races will be completely blurred and there will be films with people of all races not just playing stereotypes but any character imaginable. I think this film is a huge step in the right direction.

Can't believe I wasted almost 2hrs of my life watching this and what's more astounding is that I actually finished it. What's really intriguing me is anyone who rated this above 7, please in God's name Tell me the movies you rated 9 or 10 on 10!!! Pouhouhaha!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

A solid and menacing performance by Randeep Hooda playing Jeet, and he looks good doing it. Beeba boys has genuine comedic moments that create an interesting juxtaposition with the dark business the characters are involved in; ie. A mafia boss that lives with his parents, complete with air hockey table in the basement. Deepa tries something new and doesn't glorify the violence which is a fine line when it comes to gangster movies. Some great cinematography and shot on location in Vancouver. Paul Gross was a welcome cameo appearance as was David Suzuki. The style the characters exhibit is really exceptional as well, hats off to the costume designers.

Splashy, colourful and loud as a tie-dyed turban, Beeba Boys is an arranged marriage between a Bollywood drama and Reservoir Dogs, with the match made by Tom Ford. Sadly, however, this is not one of those weddings where love blossoms over time and the couple bonds into one happy unit.

The film is loosely inspired by the brief life of Vancouver Indo- Canadian gangster Bindy Johal. In filmmaker Deepa Mehta's version, however, the protagonist is an overcooked caricature of Johal's media persona.

Jeet Johar, played by Bollywood actor Randeep Hooda, is no longer a street thug trying to secure a piece of the local drug trade – typical of the vast majority of Vancouver's real-life disorganised street level Indo gangsters. This bogeyman is the established head of a sinister group of snazzily-dressed goons whose operation is as well-oiled as their looks. Meet the Beeba Boys (beeba being a maternal term of endearment meaning 'good boy'), with Johar as the established Kingpin don of this Hell's Kitchen.

Mehta's Jeet is a homicidal maniac with limited emotional range. He broods, threatens people, broods some more, gets angry and shoots someone, and then broods some more. He is a human automaton – ironically his son in the movie compares him to Megatron – who somehow happens to be the head of a sophisticated drug operation, though we never learn how Jeet becomes the Scarface of Vancouver. We see less of Jeet actually running his business than dressing up to run his business.

This flimsy treatment of the protagonist twins poorly with a plot that seems templated, and disjointed in its formulaic shifts. It feels like Mehta is checking boxes trying to get all the ingredients into this recipe: gangster threatening rival, gangster going to jail, gangster in court, gangster courting his moll, all stirred together with a couple of cultural scenes, and voila the soufflé. The pieces do not sum to a whole greater than its parts.

Particularly weak is the vapid relationship between Jeet and his love interest, Katja (Sarah Allen). It is the classic trope of the innocent girl falling for the bad boy. But Mehta's treatment is lazy, even hinting at a mild case of Jungle Fever. Chance circumstance tosses Katja within pheromone-sniffing distance of Jeet Johar and suddenly its mating season in Beeba-land. With little else between them, we are expected to invest in their explosive connection. It is the epitome of hyperbole: hyper-masculine Jeet doesn't court women as much as he summons them to his bed. The relationship drags through the movie more as a distraction, eventually sopping with Bollywood-style melodrama to fill the void left by the lack of chemistry.

Hooda's searing on-screen presence and his few scenes of emotional authenticity salvage his character but in the end, the screenplay renders him as flat-footed as Katja, without the bounce in his legs to take us anywhere beyond the designer-upholstered basement of his parent's house where he lives and runs his gang of Beeba's.

Period pieces and culturally specific underworld movies benefit from narration, take for example City of God (set in Brazil's favelas) or Goodfellas (Italian mafia in NYC). The viewer is given the context to follow the storyline and to know why any of this is worth watching. Utilising this device in Beeba Boys would have helped frame scenes for viewers unfamiliar with Sikh cultural references.

A prime example is a macabre wedding sequence featuring a dead groom at the start of the film. There is dancing, singing, and a general big-fat-Indian-wedding celebration centred around a blue-faced corpse. It feels straight from a Tarantino playbook – nobody is alarmed, not even the children when the dead man topples over. Is this the Beeba Boy's way of pouring out a 40-ouncer of malt liquor to mark the death of a comrade or has Mehta planted a hook for a sequel, Beeba Boys II, the zombie thriller?

Over her twenty plus years of film-making Deepa Mehta has made a significant contributions to Canadian and South Asian cinema which has firmly embedded her as an icon in the Canadian canon of film. She is as good a filmmaker as any in the South Asian genre. Given the right script, she is capable of producing resonating, finely textured features like Earth.

Beeba Boys is her first crack at gangster noir, a rare genre in Canadian cinema. Unfortunately the film resorts to 'gangsta bombast' instead of treating the subject matter with more respect. There is a story worthy of exploring in the life of Vancouver's real life beeba boys who enter the drug trade. They are typically 2nd generation young men from stable middle class families. Many have college educations. Yet they are lost and seem to enter this world seeking direction. Too many – over 150 in the last 20 years – leave it only once they are lost for good.

The film provides little insight into why Vancouver should be the grounds for the rise of the Indo-Canadian gangster as opposed to Toronto, New York, or other cities with significant Sikh populations. If religion is the root cause, as Mehta's film seems to suggest at times, it still does not explain the disparity in violence between different population centres.

Given its specialised focus, the film will find viewers upon general release, and the trailers will surely create an impression. But like the young Indo-Canadian men who have died in Vancouver's drug trade, Beeba Boys lives too fast to leave much impression.

Originally published in South Asian Post (Vancouver)