Alas, the key problem here is that none of it is particularly original or inventive. One doesn’t expect a sex comedy to be smart or tasteful, but “Great Grand Masti” isn’t even as outrageous and offensive as the recent Sunny Leone starrer “Mastizaade”. It settles for plain, dull and boring.

Don’t you dare smile! Even if you do, do it with a sorry face. Who knows, a smile might turn out to be the inspiration for an even greater ‘masti’.
It’s a miracle I have survived.

What starts off as a cringe fest initially graduates to be repelling over the course of the film. Of course it’s not the best way to spend this weekend!

As if the cringe-worthy story wasn’t enough, the makers have added random songs in the film, making it a difficult watch.

In a nutshell, Great Grand Masti is neither great nor grand, and it doesn’t have any masti elements either.

Strictly recommended viewing for people who want to get sledgehammered with silliness. Or just hammered by ham. You know you want it!

It seems highly ridiculous that the producers think this is what the audience want. That this will make money, and it just might. It also makes one sad for the audience, who are taken for granted like this and serviced with one trashy film after the other in the name of ‘family entertainers’.
Don’t bother watching this one. You can thank us later.

GREAT GRAND MASTI fails to capitalize on the strong franchise value on the account of poor script which hardly offers any masti or entertainment to the audience. At the box office, its prospects appear extremely weak.

Watch ‘Great Grand Masti’ if crass ‘humour’ is your idea of fun. This one gave me a throbbing headache.

GREAT GRAND MASTI is a ghoulishly unfulfilled and terribly ironic follow-up to the bawdy MASTI series that makes you feel bad for Riteish Deshmukh, Vivek Oberoi and director Indra Kumar because they had not actually hit this rock bottom until they agreed to appear in it.

Great Great Masti is stuck in  a time-warp.Innuendos , comparing penises to bananas and referring to pubic hair asjhaad(bush),  are no longer cool even in school back-benches.Shockingly the female actors are shown to participate in scenes where woman’s body parts are likened to plots of land and real estate.

Amar, Meet and Prem are back on the screen with the third instalment of their almost sexcapade. This time it is set in a haunted house. But no matter what the setting is, the comedy remains shallow: the jokes do not go beyond buxom women and male genitalia. It could have been very funny had they aimed at ‘Carry On’ series, but they do not go beyond bad Whatsapp jokes.

Overall, as Ragini mentions, “Masti ka maza, zabardasti mein nahina” but the film at times does go overboard, especially during the climax.

Only one piece of advice for those rushing to catch this: carry along a chastity belt. It would be useful only if worn over the head, covering your eyes and ears.

Even Yashraj Films went through a phase of lazy, derivative wink-wink self-referential rom-coms when they ran out of ideas. Rohit Shetty’s entire career is built on this. But the way Balaji has convinced repeat-offender Indra Kumar to run amok in their own film library points to a rather disconcerting possibility: Do they actually think this is a “homage” to themselves? That’s like a schizophrenic copycat killer going on a rampage to pay tribute to his own gory legacy.