Joker is a joke, a gag pulled on all manner of films about aliens — it is about humans searching for aliens, on green and brown aliens giving us lessons, on films about humans being abducted by aliens, and on aliens themselves.
Whoever thought that aliens were higher beings made of finer cerebral matter needs to see the last scene of Joker. Whatever Hollywood may have us believe, according to Bollywood, aliens are not just dullards, but will pick the dumbest amongst us for friends, and as dance partners.
Appropriately, Joker has a harebrained plot. In America lives an Indian scientist named Agastya (Akshay Kumar). At his home, which he shares with his partner Diva (Sonakshi Sinha), he has installed many rectangular and cylindrical screens and all sorts of dish antennas to catch the movement and conversations of aliens. This paraphernalia has been assembled thanks to the $1 million grant he received for two years.
He often catches brief snatches of alien gibberish whereupon all his gizmos get excited and start rotating and throwing current. But this is not enough for the guys funding him. He needs to get in touch with at least one alien. So he’s put on a one-month deadline. Just then he receives a message — his father is unwell and he must return home.
His village sits unacknowledged, without electricity and water, in the middle of three states and is called Paglapur. We don’t meet all the 600 villagers, but the few we are introduced to are most certainly in need of help, if not incarceration.