Right away one should tell you that Mastizaade is the result of a fractured script. Word in the trade circles is that this so-called adult comedy was reportedly assaulted by the CBFC! So what you see, in the current running time of less than two hours, is a disjointed mishmash of some stupid sex jokes, tacky in-house product placement clips, Sunny Leone’s tasteful skin show and two blundering idiots - Tusshar and Vir. Both actors should have realised that they have committed professional hara-kiri by being in here.
Milap Zaveri, who is credited as the writer-director here, is the guy who has written at least half-way funny comedies like Grand Masti, etc. and one would have certainly imagined that he would have saved a page for his own directorial venture. But no! Zaveri takes his brain-dead audience for granted and unmindfully dishes out trite, leaving you angry and anguished.
Honestly, this film looks like a better version of last week’s Kyaa Kool Hain Hum 3 because it has Sunny instead of Mandana Karimi. Otherwise, it is just as blah. No attempt is made at a screenplay; no one attempts to act either.
The lead players go from Mumbai to Pattaya, chasing one another in various states of dress and undress and mouth double-meaning dialogue. When they run out of those, they substitute it with crass hand gestures to keep proceedings moving on screen. Everything from a donkey’s b* to a horse’s backside is used for tasteless jokes. Incidentally, the hero of this film is the humble banana! People are named after it, eating it or gesticulating with it.
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.