And pants certainly slip repeatedly to the ground in this sex comedy where no one really gets down to having sex. They just speak about sex, and that too in hushed wink-wink-nudge-nudge tones. This "sex comedy" is astonishingly and refreshingly free of smut and suggestiveness.
Even when Arshad Warsi, that natural-born scenestealer, asks his kid-brother (newcomer Akash Chopra) if he had ever "done it" before his wedding, it's done with wit, and a certain innocence.
The tale of a virgin-groom and his determination not to lose his cherry no matter how much he gets provoked by his randy brother, is told with a tongue-in-cheek flair. The narration is easygoing and casually stylish. The going never gets garish or gross. And that, during these alarming times of grand masti, is a relief.
The director shoots romance, wedding festivities, and loaded dialogues between the two brothers with a wink and a smirk that remain the prevalent moods until midway when, like most Bollywood comedies, the bantering boisterousness of a band-baaja baarati runs out of steam...and scream.
The second half whittles down to a whimper. The climax with Akash dangling from a window in a fortress is perhaps indicative of where the scriptwriter finds himself at this delicate juncture when all the noisy confusion must seek a way out.
