The first thing that strikes you when Freaky Ali begins is what an odd-bod collective this enterprise appears to be: to have Nawazuddin Siddiqui play the lead is a masterstroke, but to have Seema Biswas play his mother? Like, really?
This apparent randomness wouldn’t have been such a deterrent if the plot had some meat to it because Nawaz is quite capable of carrying a film on his own. But within a few minutes, we know that it is a David-Goliath clash between a ‘sadak-chaap’ fellow and a suited-booted character. The novelty of it being played out on a golf course dissipates in a few rounds, and it becomes the usual ‘tamasha’ between goons and good ‘uns, and haves and have-nots, its good-natured daftness drowning in silliness.