For some, the promise of two Sunny Leones for the price of one may be enough to invest in a ticket of Mastizaade. But believe me, there is such a thing as too much heaving bosom and jiggling backside. I found myself cringing more than laughing at the film’s idea of outrageous, adult humor.
Having suffered through two hours of non-stop crassness, I am sorry to tell you that there are barely two-and-a-half laughs in ‘Mastizaade’. The alleged ‘masti’ is so ‘sasti’, that you are left cringing rather than cracking up.
What people who make movies like Mastizaade need to realise is that the word Adult means more than a movie rating. Even the absolute daftest of sex comedies have room for something sharp and clever and cheeky. Because Austin Powers minus the groovy is just pervy, baby, pervy.
Mastizaade isn’t even a movie. For almost the entirety of its run time, it feels like getting screamed at by a pissed off plastic clown. It’s as pointless as a punctured condom. It’s as ghastly as a bad boob job. It’s like entering a lunatic pervert’s Internet search history tab and discovering only cake recipes. Let me repeat: Mastizaade isn’t a movie. It’s a bunch of sweaty sleazeballs exploiting Sunny Leone’s star power and straight up robbing your cash. Don’t let them.
Every 20 minutes, a song breaks. Sunny, who is on familiar territory, looks gorgeous as she parades in an assortment of bikinis. She has also mastered the Bollywood song-dance routine and gracefully sashays to Rom Rom Romantic and Hor Nach. Bollywood believes that if you have Sunny in a film, you do not need a script.
...another example of Bollywood’s belief that even if you sink to the depths of mediocrity, there is someone out there who will still come and watch your film.
A feast for Sunny Leone fans, Mastizaade is shocking and scandalous.
Mastizaade has no masti whatsoever. This is intolerable cruelty, a vicious attack on the senses.
...comes across as a ludicrous movie with an absurdly inept story and screenplay. After the initial hysteria subsides, the film will struggle at the box office due to its weak content.
This film is plain embarrassment for those who made it and those who decide to watch it.
There are silly jokes and even sillier depictions of them. It's like all forwarded jokes have been shot separately for laughs; then Milap Zaveri sat in the studio placing them in sequences. He probably might have gotten slapped on the back for his genius by his 'chelas'. This probably has to be the laziest film put together: No creativity, no originality, overall no class. Even crass can be depicted with a little bit of class. You don't have to shove 'beeps' in front of the camera all the time and lay down those 'beeps' on the table where French fries can't be located! Disgusting!
The film, touted as a sex comedy, is neither funny nor sexy. We are relentlessly served dollops of crude, unfunny innuendos instead. One flash of genuine humour comes in the form of the commercials that the friends make, but when you look at the whole picture, that seems like a stray stroke of luck than any kind of constructive creative thinking.
Mastizaade’s problem is its absolute lack of originality and boring repetitiveness.
Very poorly shot, standard, third-rate double-meaning fare is what you get then. And god knows we’ve seen so many such that it’s hard to keep track. I don’t know whether Mastizaade is related to Grand Masti, which was the same as Kya Kool Hai Hum 1, 2, or 3 that released only last week.
Overall, with blatant product placements which include boosting Pattaya tourism, poor humour and garish treatment, the film fails to leave an impress.
Mastizaade is not a film for everyone. The plot lacks logic and the jokes will make you cringe. Having said that, if you love slapstick humor and Sunny Leone, this film will surely entertain you.
Audience Reviews for Mastizaade
It's only January and we already have two sex comedies that are not worth even a single dime.
Sunny (Kapoor) and Aditya (Das) are two womanizers who philander their way to ceaseless sexual gratification. However, twin sisters Lily and Laila (both Leone) inspire these bachelors to take commitment seriously. What inspires them? Of course the hot bod. The rest of the plot revolves around Sunny and Aditya's attempts to woo these sisters while the narrative simultaneously smothers its audience with a crowd of unwanted, cringe-worthy characters.
If you did watch Kyaa Kool Hai Hum 3 in spite of my warning, then you will understand that Mastizaade is its cousin. Only this one is more mature and more porn-like. Nevertheless, it is full of crass, lousy dialogs that uses pun to create humor, and baseless story arcs.
Having said that, there is not much difference between Hollywood and Bollywood sex comedies for they are both made to appeal the male gaze. And Mastizaade is no different. While I do not expect much from Kapoor, Das playing such a role is a disappointment - the second time after he ran behind Miss Ranaut in Revolver Rani (2014). Leone is fine, but it's sad to learn that she will and can only work in such films because certainly Sooraj Barjatya is not gonna cast her in his follow-up to that disastrous Prem Ratan Dhan Payo (2015). Honestly, she cannot act.
BOTTOM LINE: Milap Zaveri's Mastizaade is a formulaic sex comedy that is neither funny nor appealing. Avoid!
Can be watched with a typical Indian family? NO
Some filmmakers just choose to sink in a morass of their own making.
Milap Zaveri, purveyor of all things infantile and foolish, has for long fallen into that unfortunate category.
From Housefull to Grand Masti, his has been a filmography that boasts of hardly any range or texture.
Mastizaade turns out to be no more different.
Tusshar Kapoor and Vir Das, trying to keep a straight face throughout this muddled mess of a film, play two imbeciles who fall irrevocably in love with two Sunny Leone(s).
There. I just summed up what I saw in two hours.
Is it so hard to make a film with one half-decently written character, one good line of dialogue, one well-constructed scene?
Is it so hard, indeed, to make someone laugh?
Or does this film just stink of arrogance, a general disdain for the cinema-going public and a desire to set cash registers ringing all over the country by sacrificing basic decency at the altar of expediency?
It shall take a while for me to recover from this traumatic experience.
Even writing about this film makes me want to retch.
Poor Sunny Leone deserves better.
And so do we.