Great Grand Masti has achieved what thousands of bad films couldn’t. It’s that one film you will remember for the rest of your life. It’s a master-class in bad filmmaking, and a misuse of freedom of expression. To call it a film will be an insult to our collective conscience. Masti (2003) and Grand Masti (2013) are no milestones, but even they don’t deserve such a pathetic sequel. Yes, as the film painfully reveals, it can. It’s a death trap, and you have to pay for your sins. Why are you not lol-ing? Are you not that sex starved target audience? Then who makes such films successful? Great Grand Masti is an effort to degrade us. Wake up because director Indra Kumar is insulting the audience. What he has dished out in the name of a sex-comedy is puerile, utter nonsense and disgusting. Don’t you dare smile! Even if you do, do it with a sorry face. Who knows, a smile might turn out to be the inspiration for an even greater ‘masti’. It’s a miracle I have survived. P.S: I now believe in karma. How would I explain this film otherwise!
Great Grand Masti is the third installment in the comedy series, which started way back in 2004 with the sleeper hit Masti. Riteish Deshmukh, Aftab Shivdasani and Vivek Oberoi are back reprising their respective roles but this time, their comic antics are epic fail. The basic plot of the film is similar to the first film. Amar, Meet and Prem are fed up with their not-so-exciting lives. Apart from few comic gags here and there, Great Grand Masti is a painful ride. The writers have used every Whatsapp joke possible in the film. Sonali Raut and Shreyas Talpade make an appearance in the film but I wonder why. Aftab is unbearable because of his annoying expressions. Vivek's acting is over-the-top. Though Riteish isn't fantastic in the movie, he is a genuinely good actor and it's sad to see him waste his talent in a film which has absolutely nothing to boast about. Sanjay Mishra fails to add any comic element to the story. The three leading ladies -- Shraddha Das, Pooja Bose and Mishti -- hardly have any screen time. Urvashi Rautela, in her revealing itsy-bitsy costumes, is just about okay. As if the cringe-worthy story wasn't enough, the makers have added random songs in the film, making it a difficult watch. In a nutshell, Great Grand Masti is neither great nor grand, and it doesn't have any masti elements either.
The trio has been sending its sex-starved status up for laughs ever since we met them first, in 2004 (Masti). We got more of the same in 2013 (Grand Masti). This time around, even the occasional snigger has dried up completely. To spice up the by now wrung-out-to-dry formula of sex-starved husbands and stand-offish wives, the script has added on a female ghost who died a virgin, and who is bent upon making up for the lost time by having at not just one, but all three. Rautela is made to rant, shimmy and shake in old-Bollywood vamp style. At least she has something to do, poor thing. As opposed to Deshmukh, Oberoi and Shivdasani, who are handed out such deathless lines as: “baahar ki biryani aur ghar ki daal bhi nahin milti.” A village they fetch up in is called ‘Doodhawadi’, and one of them comes up with ‘let’s milk this opportunity’, not once but twice. A dish of chicken is divided into ‘breast pieces’ and ‘leg pieces’. And so on, and on. A character says : ‘arre yaar, yeh kya bhootiyaapa hai’. Best dialogue ever.