But there’s so little else in the film that it all flattens out in an alarming sit-com like fashion, as this very now film is reduced to using the creakiest comic devices from old-style Bollywood—itching powder, and laxatives.

If this movie were true, yes. But it’s not. So, not to worry, “babes” (yup, I hate that word too). “Chill!” Just tag along with these bozos, watch them enter a gay bar, without any context, as tranny strippers go, “Tera jism jism. Tera badan badan. Yeh toh hai bus, Mutton mutton.” Luv it. Huh!

Luv Ka the End is uncomfortably icky, tediously wannabe and depressingly homophobic. So characters determinedly use youthful lingo like babes, chill, BFF and of course, aren’t afraid of four letter words. Everybody is styled casual cool and we even have a new age mom giving lines like: I know love is hard baby.

On the whole, Luv Ka The End is interesting in parts only but the childish pranks of Rhea and group will not be appreciated even by the target audience – youth in the cities. At the box-office, it will not be able to do much.

This film is not about young love at 18 as would be standard in a Bollywood film. Instead, the plot follows what happens when the perfect guy ends up to be a dog and what the perfect girl does when love goes wrong.