It’s been half a decade since the daddy of bawdy bedroom humour David Dhawan delivered a good coarse consignment of fun, yet cock-n-bull cinema.

And in that vein (and I repeat, strictly in that vein), Kumar — the artiste formerly known as ‘Indy Irani’ (Beta, Dil) – with Masti fills a space, and succeeds in an enthralling, mindless, armchair frolic.

This out-n-out sex fart, vaguely borrowed from Billy Wilder’s The Seven Year Itch (but closer to Ravi Malhotra’s Khel Khel Mein and E Niwas’s Love Ke Liye Kuch Bhi Karega), concerns three married-for-money delinquents (Oberoi, Shivdasani, Deshmukh) who venture out to hook up with ‘chicks’ outside their respective hen-pecked holes.

The obvious results are comedies of error. And the most unfortunate of the escapades is how, unbeknownst to them, they land up with the dead body of their common “lust-interest” (Lara Dutta), to get trailed by a tough cop (Ajay Devgan – oh, what a pointless role).

Little to comment on the cinematic aspects (art-direction, cinematography and editing) of this compendium, except that not much thought was put into it.

Also, this concoction could’ve worked wonders with a more able line-up as Kumar managed with Ishq (1997). While Oberoi is top-rate, Shivdasani and Deshmukh are good in parts (read: inconsistent) — much as the comic timing of the trio as a whole.

However, it’s the cattily constructed situations and characters, and snappy, double entendre laden dialogues (ignore clichéd jokes like wedding, suffering, haath-hi mera saathi, khudkhushi… though) which elicit a howl in the aisles.

Especially some sumptuous gay gags, which have become conspicuous in Bollywood of late.

Presumably, to elicit that senseless smile is the purpose of this picture. Leave your gray cells at home, keep your cellphone for song breaks and step cautiously into this often no-holds-barred Carry On series styled sex comedy, strictly for adults. You’d go home with a grin, despite a copped -out, elongated end.