This Friday 'Guest iin London' comes out on the theatres but fails to make any box office presence we are sure. The movie is a badly written sabbatical showcasing really good talented actors like Paresh Rawal and Sudhir Mishra but doing nothing for them. Kartik and Kriti as the new hosts are nowhere close to Ajay and Konkana in the prequel 'Atithi Kab Jaogey'. The script is full of nonsensical jokes about farts and other weird things and there is not a single element in the film that would sell itself. If only there was a better writing and delivery by the actors, the movie could have faired at least decently. Stay safe, stay alert from this guest.

More than the sequel, Guest Iin London is a copy of 2010 film Atithi Tum Kab Jaoge? by the same director. Just that this time the action has shifted from Mumbai to London. You won’t find actors like Ajay Devgn and Konkona Sensharma in the new film, but Paresh Rawal, as the nerve-wrecking guest, tries to fill for the missing big names. One more thing, what seemed like a fine balance of comedy and slice of life in the original is completely absent here. In fact, it’s so lame that you would find the tobacco ads more entertaining than watching Paresh Rawal farting for at least hundred times. That’s not all. He sings an entire song on farting in the film. Now that’s taking things a bit too far. Yes, Guest Iin London is painful. Or who knows, you might be the Superman. Guess who is the other actor giving company to Rawal? Sanjay Mishra. It seems Mishra has decided to have fun on our expense. He is a terrific actor otherwise, but all his filmography put together can’t justify his character of a Pakistani working as a cop in London. He is unfunny, crass, uninterested and totally out of sync. I can totally empathise with Kartik Aaryan. Poor guy looks good, dances well, does his gags well, but eventually ends up playing the second fiddle to Rawal. Kartik has a likeable vibe, but that gets drowned in Rawal’s perennial farting. The only genuine laughable scene in this 138-minute film comes when Kirti Kharbanda says, “Ye thodi zyada acting hai, ye overacting hai.” We second you Kirti. Don’t let this guest come anywhere your house. Stay alert, stay safe.

Apart from being a painful travesty of a film, Guest Iin London is both offensively sexist and racist. The film's interminable fart jokes are not as distasteful as they are asinine. They even give way to a purported piece of poetry that, like the film, is pure poop. An insufferably insipid film that seeks to make up for its lack of genuine hilarity with some misplaced emotional sleights in the climax, it does leave you in tears, but most definitely not for the intended reasons. Sadly, Guest Iin London is the kind of film that demands that you leave not only your brains, but also your hearts, home. Yes, let us leave it that: Guest Iin London is beyond redemption. It is an excruciatingly painful, abjectly misshapen creature that stomps about absolutely aimlessly. Do not let it get anywhere near your weekend plans, especially if you happen to be a fan of Paresh Rawal's comic timing. It is conspicuous by its absence in Guest Iin London.

Guest Iin London is a follow-up to Atithi Tum Kab Jaoge but all cast is trying to make the best of a terrible job. Fart jokes and failed gags make it an abysmal watch. Do you think crude jokes should be strewn liberally in your weekly flick fix? Should a gag, abysmally executed in the first place, be stretched out like a rubber band to keep you rolling in the aisles? Then Guest Iin London is just the ticket for you.

Guest Iin London goes against everything the movie industry has been trying to accomplish in the recent past. It spends 2 hours and 18 minutes hitting CTRL+Z on the kind of experimental storytelling, fresh writing and gender balance that the industry has been striving towards. Instead, it gives us men talking down to women, nonchalant racism, forced gay humour and a buttload of fart jokes. So much so that Paresh Rawal’s character recites a minutes-long “ghazal” about farts. The movie covers toilet humour extensively from poop and pee jokes, right up to kidney stones. The first Ajay Devgn-Konkona Sensharma movie, Atithi Tum Kab Jaoge? hit a home run owing to its charming, unassuming execution. It turned the atithi devo bhava sentiment on its head and became an outlet for our collective rogue-guests rage. However, the paper-thin plot was already used to its fullest in that movie. A sequel wasn’t needed. But it is unleashed on us anyway. Every line, every scene gives you an impression that it was written by an ill-informed man-child who primarily believes in three things: farting is funny, women belong in the kitchen and all Pakistanis are thieves. 90 per cent of the jokes from the movie can be classified under one of those three categories. The funniest thing about this comedy is just how angry it can make you. Guest iin London, like its titular protagonist, is a burden no one should have to bear.