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.