The trouble with Rabba Main Kya Karoon, as with most of these films which showcase a pair of inexperienced newcomers with a solid, ill-used supporting cast, is that it settles too easily into a sexist, let’s-dump-on–these-idiot-women mode. This movie’s idea of laughs is to have Tinnu Anand search for a bra, Paresh Rawal snuggle up to a woman with her cleavage hanging out, and an orange-wigged Shakti Kapoor chase skirt.

Chopra’s story sounds hilarious but it doesn’t have the similar effect onscreen. The ensemble is good, but some are underused, the rest overact. The film provides few laughs, but mostly lacks comedy or romance. It bursts into random songs and the climax leaves you laughing – for the wrong reasons.

Rabba Main Kya Karoon is aptly titled as it echoes the sentiments of those who might end up watching it. I wonder what were the filmmaker trying to make. Because this film neither entertains nor amuses and is unabashed in its ridiculousness. I am going with a generous 1.5/5. Be loyal to yourself and spare yourself the horrifying-face of relationships this film tries to bring out.

On the whole, RABBA MAIN KYA KAROON appeals in bits and spurts. It might appeal to a section of the audience in North thanks to the Punjabi flavour.

Once in a while comes a film that manages to make you squirm in your seats from the word go. As soon as Arshad Warsi walks into this movie and starts spouting wisdom about male testosterone and how men have to have enough practice to keep their wives ‘satisfied’, I wanted to run away as far as possible from him, his ilk and this movie.

Set in the days leading up to the wedding, RMKK has all the buzzwords that could describe quintessential Bollywood: meaningless songs, misogynist themes, homophobic sequences (‘normal’=straight), lack of drama, predictable plot, contrived (and misguided) redemption … it’s all there.