Three unsatisfied men. Three moronic women. You’d think it’s a match made in heaven. Perhaps they did too and thus tied the knot.
Add three more moronic women in their quest to find ’’three men of their lives.’’ After a retarded comedy sequence of actions, the three unsatisfied men manage to get hold of this 2nd set of moronic women in the big-nosed city of Paris, Francais(right, that is a language).
By now, it would be fair to assume the three unsatisfied men as stupid dumbells.
Add to the mix an uncle in Sanjay Dutt with his blabbering in Punjabi as he plays spoilsport in the three men’s life, and you’ll find yourself laughing - from the head banging it’ll force you to do. In the process if you choke, you were warned.
Add a pandit, a fattybombom dad of the 2nd set of moronic womens, and the obnoxious voice of Fardeen, a wannabe Superman in Zayed Khan...you’ll find a good balance between the chokes and the laughs.
Did I say it’s the perfect flic to bring together a wrestling couple? Unless you’re the guy...and willing to take serious blows and a place on a wheel-chair. Anything to bring back the your loved one...eh.
On a more serious note(umm everything above is utter jibberish and only a reflection of my grave judgements of bollywood): David Dhawan’s done better stuff. But this is unique. And a must watch. Like EVERY bollywood flic is.
Respect and adios.