Totally Waste Of Money, It's a Disaster. Review on Mastizaade

I'm staggered that the makers of this madly exploitative flick passed up a great opportunity for a shameful move that self-evident.

For this is a distinctly idiotic film, a carelessly composed paean to horndogs, a work of adolescent depravity. A hundred-minute reason to gaze at a lady while always eating bananas, Mastizaade is a befuddled, unfunny, and eventually weak calamity. Mastizaade doesn't feel like a genuine film till she appears, all marvelous and smiling and totally in-on-the-joke, more even than the chief. Her counterfeit astonished expressions are precious, and notwithstanding when moving along to a tune that tastelessly seems to manhandle her by co-picking the Punjabi word for "additional, " she's the one taking control by blissfully driving the dance.

Leone focuses on the parts and campily plays up to the camera, and - while this might seem misrepresented considering whatever is left of this present film's thrown - her screen vicinity turns out to be striking and, all the more vitally, splendid. For a few, the guarantee of two Sunny Leones at the cost of one might be sufficient to put resources into a ticket of Mastizaade. Yet, trust me, there is such an incredible concept as an excess of hurling chest and shaking rear. I wound up recoiling more than chuckling at the film's concept of over the top, grown-up diversion. I'm running with one out of five.