To admit something could be worse than Mastii Bore, Sorry Four , takes some courage. I hereby gather all my courage to confess that I have never seen a worse attempt at laughter on screen of any size and cinema of any country.
I also confess that I couldn’t bear to sit through the entire stinking garbage….and the stink is real. One character farts all through the film. The actor playing the fartist is no artiste. He is an advertisement for antacid.
Another character played by Asif Sheik leers at his neighbour’s wife making suggestive comments while ogling at her waist.
What a waist of time! Sitting through nearly 75 percent of the rancid risibility, I felt a surge of despondency and anger sweep over me: if after 113 years of Indian cinema, THIS is what we have to show as entertainment, then shame on us. One Homebound here or a Dhurandhar there doesn’t take away the sting of this stink disguised as a film.
Bhabhiji… redefines the entire lowbrow-entertainment space. Jokes about various bodily functions and women’s body parts, an entire prolonged laugh track (aisa mirth karo yaar!) about the rustic bombshell Angoori (Shubhangi Aatre) removing a bullet from her neighbour’s bum with a screwdriver, characters running in and out of the frames trying to locate the director… this is not a film, it is an extended reel shot for the big screen by an influencer who thinks he knows how to captivate the audience with cretinous antics.
Bhabhi Ghar Par Hain has a bunch of experienced actors behaving as though they have just come on the sets to collect their pay cheques without knowing what they have to do. The writing is not just fatuous but deeply offensive for presuming that someone out there would actually laugh at the characters as they get shot, get mugged, get seriously dim-witted for a cause.
Lobotomized masti. I am very upset for the people out there who find this funny. They need serious help. Ravi Kishan too needs help, if he really thinks getting a hair transplant and then losing it in a brawl is funny. I hate myself for sitting through most of this… this shapeless thing. I should have walked out after the first five minutes. Shame on the brains behind this putrid parody of a situational comedy.
