Liberation from the tyranny of women is the theme of this ‘buddy’ movie. But here’s the rub. How do you declare independence from this gender when you are three hormone-charged young urban professionals sharing a flat and obsessed with ‘scoring’ at bars, parties, weddings and gyms? The men in this movie get the cell numbers of the ladies, date them and bring them home to their flat. Then there is the inevitable turning of the screw. The women clamp the chains on. Credit card exploitation, promises of marriage, family expectations, shopaholic friends, ex-boyfriends who are ‘ just friends now’, the sharing of Facebook passwords (and thereby privacy)—the list of ways to make life hell for men is long.
We are told that Gogo (Kartik Aaryan) Siddharth (Sunny Singh) and Tarun (Omkar Kapoor) all have incomes that run into many lakhs each month, enough to pay the rent for the posh flat they share and the flashy cars they drive. However, we rarely see them work, and when at play, their intelligence is so low that we wonder how they hold on to their jobs. This is a movie that is very clear about the cross-section of the audience it intends to attract. The film is set in Delhi and the language and mindset is that of the bar-hopping alpha male intent on picking up a girl on a weekend. Both men and women drink themselves silly, drive only when completely drunk and then make jokes about how nothing happened on the road, but how the fender got dented while parking. Not once does it occur to the men that it is their lifestyle that attracts the kind of women ready to make full use of it. Instead, after each being taken for a costly ride, they collectively rave and rant about the nature of women and how male lives have been blighted by that pernicious gender.
The target audience of morons is in ecstasy, when the men drown their sorrows by calling their mothers to tell them how much they love them.