And you wonder? Hello??? What happened to the good old comedies like Padosan, Gol Maal and even Hera Pheri where the actors pitched their parodic propensity at just the right temperature to create belly laughs that didn't make you squirm in discomfort.
Everything and everyone in BACHKE REHNA RE BABA (BRRB) is so baggy and over-the-top, you wonder what the director was thinking while shuttling from one queerly conceived shot to another in search of a laughter that's lewd rather than luscious.
And to reduce the once-luscious Rekha to this fatuous farcical state? Allah! It's worse than watching Joan Of Arc burn on the cross.
But let's not bring Joan into this. This isn't a film about witches but bitches? And I use that word without inhibitions.
Welcome to the amoral world of wanna-get-rich-at-any-cost bitches. Like Govind Menon's previous Sherawat-helmed outing KIS KISS KI KISMAT the stakes here are higher than the writer and director's imagination, so that we often end up looking at a product that's too ambitious for its good.
More crude than comic and more farcical than funny, BRRB leaves you speechless with its limp and lurid mediocrity. What's worse is its unbearable tedium. Stretching to nearly 3 hours of unalloyed bilge the crap-trap goes from caper to caper like a paper tiger trying to snarl through the plastic bars of a sham zoo.
The animal instincts, often projected through the two leading ladies' lip-smacking admiration for male sexuality, are as phoney as Ms Sherawat's bouncy assets. You can't take your eyes off them - the phoney feminine sexuality and the leading lady's in-your-face assets - because they stare you in the face in almost every single frame.