The makers of this sex comedy insist that critical acclaim doesn’t matter to them. But the fact is that they have made a shamelessly filthy film called Grand Masti for which they should be hanging their heads in shame, in disgust….
So gross is Grand Masti that young couples (the target audience!) were seen walking out of the theatre mid-way, even before before the interval. Just because I had to tell my readers how badGM is in totality, I had to sit through the entire film.
Nothing could be worse than watching this film, unless it is to a review of it. Trust me, I have been through enough trials and tribulations in the name of Zila Ghaziabad, Himmatwala and Once Upon Ay Time In Mumbai Dobaara, among others, as have my colleagues in film journalism. But it’s especially difficult to believe that Indra Kumar is the director who once made entertaining films like Dil, Beta and Ishq. Grand Masti (GM) happens to be a new direction for the very same filmmaker and it’s a pity that he chose to take it on. He hasn’t had a hit for a long time and this one doesn’t promise to change his f… oops, sorry!… we mean luck for the better (blame it on the after-effects of watching GM).
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