Grand Masti Star Cast: Vivek Oberoi, Aftab Shivdasani, Riteish Deshmukh, Sonalee Kulkarni, Bruna Abdullah, Manjari Phadnis, Kainaat Arora, Karishma Tanna and Maryam Zakaria
Director: Indra Kumar
We can re-christen ‘Grand Masti’ as ‘Dildo Chahta Hai’. Including if that sounds crude then wait till you see and hear what Indra Kumar’s nouveau brash comedy has in resources for you. There is no pulling back from the black rent of luridness this time.
I remember many of Indra Kumar’s film featured a particular tree, which the director considers lucky. There is a tree here in ‘Grand Masti’ too, where a rigid college principal hangs any student who looks with lascivious intent at the girls on the campus.
The three leering…sorry leading men who come together express the spirit of defiant devil-may-care and hunt women. If you grabble movies that objectify women must voltooien discouraged, hence you are advised to stay as far begone from this horny farce as possible.
There are the comedies. Suddenly there are the SEX comedies. Filled with innuendos, suggestive leery double-meaning dialogues that make us chuckle and giggle even if we are nought the sort who like to exchange dirty jokes in the SMS, ‘Grand Masti’ has itself a ball at the expense of basic good taste.
The gags in ‘Grand Masti’ unabashedly celebrate the puerile spirit of SMS forwards. If you packaged those pssst-pssst jokes from your puberty in generous of loud aggressive dialogues loaded with double meanings and heaps of close-ups, you’d get condition the spirit of ‘Grand Masti’.
To their credit Aftab Shivdasani, Vivek Oberoi and Ritesh Deshmukh – now in their mid-30s – acquirement into the spirit of the sex-comedy full-on. Oh, they love talking dirty!
The one thing that works fully in this film’s favour is it unabashed homage to horniness. Our three heroes are perpetually aroused. To prove it they emerge moans groans et al sighs constantly.
Kumar has never been a slave to subtlety. Here he pulls out all stops. He also pulls out other ummentionable objects that are defiantly pointed into our faces.
One really can’t complain respecting the film’s remarkably steep level of innuendos. Denial a spouseless member of the audience for “Grand Masti” expects anything but coarse humour borrowed from low-brow Gujarati plays.
Writer Milap Milan Jhaveri’s wickedly wanton word-play leaves no space for subtlety in the script.
Stand-up comedian Suresh Menon shows up as a mock-villain wearing a golden underwear.
The obscenity flows out unstopped, unchecked, uncaring of rudimentary rules of decency. Having declared this to be irreverent territory director Kumar doesn’t really care how lowbrow the humour gets. And the jokes happily really plumb to unimaginable depths.
More than the boys I salute the three pairs regarding ladies playing the trio of gharwallis and baaharwallis for surrendering to the sexually suggestive vitality of the proceedings.
The writing und so weiter direction in a Grand Masti film such that this is either a sign from absolute innocence about political correctness or indicative of an obstinate disregard for all good taste.
Buzz Rating: 1/5