What do you get when you throw into a Bollywood movie, a weak plot, a big bunch of Parsis and a total absence of songs? As it happens, you get absolute entertainment!

I hadn’t read about Little Zizou and not paid attention when they reviewed it on television, so I didn’t know what to expect. Was I glad that I just sort of went along! I was thoroughly tickled; and that’s more than I can say for most hindi movies. The film is about a little boy’s view of the people around him – all from the Parsi community. His mother died when he was born, his father is a pompous self-absorbed pig who ignores the existence of his sons, and his aunt and uncle are kind and warm but have their own troubles. And then there’s the little terror Liana, who can make his toes curl with her scowl. Stuff happens.

There are lots of familiar faces.

But none of that matters. There isn’t really a strong or unique story. What makes the movie delightful is its endearing Parsi-ness, the richness of each character, the dialogue, and the wonderful acting –if it was acting at all. It’s just one of those rare warm movies that puts a long lasting smile on your face.

Just a bunch of Parsis poking gentle fun at themselves.