‘Kyaa Kool Hain Hum 3’ is the third instalment of the sex comedy series, that has appealed to the college crowd and people who have a thing for American Pie! Though Tusshar Kapoor returns to his favourite genre, Riteish Deshmukh has been replaced with his Masti co-star Aftab Shivdasani. It is India’s first porn com, a sex comedy with porn as its background. There is almost nothing new in this film, except perhaps the two ladies, Mandana Karimi and Gizele Thakral, and the Bollywood film spoofs that have been generously included. Also, the jokes are hackneyed and the dialogues lyrical, but tacky, loaded with double meanings! All in all, the film seems to be an extension of Ekta Kapoor’s TV soaps with her sensibilities replete in every scene. It’s almost an attempt in finding sense in the senseless, and humour in a humour-less film. Do not watch ‘Kyaa Kool Hain Hum 3’ as it will only make you reach for tissues, and not for the reasons you think you would..!!

This is probably the best attempt at humour in a film that takes the dirty route to establishing the premise of a porn-com – which, incidentally, is what the film promoters have been calling it. KKHH 3 has something for you if you’re into MILFs (Mausi I like to Facebook) and organic sandwiches (you wouldn’t want to know this one). Kyaa Kool Hain Hum 3 is not cool at all. It’s stupid, and dialogues like ‘Babuji humein nange haathon pakad lenge’ and ‘Tere grand me bahut masti hai’ only make it even more so. But it still has moments where it delivers what was promised in the trailers. Watch it if you like mouse-in-the-pants kinda jokes.

An old couplet went thus: the bigger the better, the tighter the sweater. In a more innocent time, when there was no internet, girlie mags were hard to find, and pre-pubescent imagination was allowed to run riot, just reciting this caused endless giggles and naughty visions. This film calls itself a ‘sex comedy’: I don’t know about you, but this business of keeping actors standing in a room in one line just the way they would in a sit com (that’s how we know it is an Ekta Kapoor production, apart from Tusshar’s constant presence), and tossing juvenile lines amongst themselves, doesn’t spell ess-ee-ex to me. All those limp jokes don’t add up to a comedy, either. False pretences. Can I please call it a falsie? I know, groan again. Given the previous two flicks, did we really think this would be a bag of laughs? More fool hain hum. 

You're deluged with an avalanche of crude jokes, the kind that land on WhatsApp, minute after minute. Frankly, one doesn't assume a high moral ground while watching films like KKHH3 because they thrive on double entendres. And like it is always said, you must see the context. But even boob and bum rides hurt if they're stretched beyond a point. Too many gags follow more gags, actors ham and situations get repeated. Wish the makers, who have invested so much in locations and item songs, had invested in a tighter screenplay because India is ready for a smart sex comedy. At the interval point, you are willing to cut the film some slack, but post the break, despite the gloss, glamour and goofs, you're restless. One must say that Tusshar, Aftab and Krushna are good, having mastered this space. As for the girls, whether it's Mandana or Gizele, they have different `assets' to display.