If you are a fan of Ekta Kapoor's terrific tidal wave of treacle television soaps, then you are advised to keep away from her effort to win audiences over with a cyclone of smut and sleaze in this ribald and rudely uncouth comedy.
But if you like repeated and rigorous jokes about anal sex - replete with frantic pelvic thrusts, groans and grunts and other noises of simulated sex - and if you think American Pie can be rendered as a desi pao bhaji, then stop right here.
KYAA KOOL HAI HUM (KKHH) is probably your last chance to get into the vulgar groove with such velocity.
It's unlikely that our cinema will ever get as motor-mouthed and cheesy-minded as this ever again.
You thought Indra Kumar's MASTI was vulgar? Wait till you see Riteish and Tusshar's anal adrenal antics in KKHH. MASTI looks like a fairy tale in comparison.
Filled with distasteful jokes about homosexuality and rape, everyone gets to be a brunt of the dizzying over-long and finally fatally prolonged script's butt of ridicule.
Director Sangeeth Sivan wants audiences' laughter at any cost. The scenes seem written predominantly for an audience just discovering the joys of sex and the pleasures of self-gratification.
Even by those amateurish standards, the clumsy and crude vulgarity quotient takes you by surprise. Tusshar kicks off his sober image to indulge in a binge of sexual situations, which include a sequence where a cop thinks the hero is having sex with a cat.
In another sequences, Tusshar "douses" his crotch with a bottle of water after a cigarette butt accidentally gets into his pants. Everyone thinks he has wet himself in excitement after watching a chick flip over.
Have a hard... I mean heart!