- Date of Release: 21 November 2025
- Genre: Comedy
- Language: Hindi
- Watch On: Theatres Only
Mastiii 4
Introduction
At one point in the fourth installment of the Masti franchise titled Mastiii 4, I retorted on how I need to take a bath after witnessing such bullsh*t – incidently in a scene where a patient’s sh*t tries to be the Chekov’s gun for a very short duration. This may have perhaps been the only moment of rush, even as the blood in my body rushed to my brain, contrary to its characters whose blood rushed from the brain downwards towards……umm…..Never Mind! In that regard, Mastiii 4 remains one of the occupational hazards for me as a film reviewer – a film so bad that it surpassed all expectations of being bad in the first place. I was instantly reminded of a dialogue in Shankar’s Tamil film “I” (2015) wherein a character exclaims – ‘Usse Bhi Bura’. Well for starters, Masti 4 makes Milap Milan Zaveri previous film Ek Deewane Ki Deewaniyat look like Shawshank Redemption (1994) in front of it, even as I took upon the role of Anand bhai from Munnabhai MBBS (2003) wherein ‘subject kuch bhi mehsoos nahi kar sakta’. To be fair, this subject could feel only one thing – the smack of the repeated facepalms on his face.
Story & Screenplay
It is interesting how Riteish Deshmukh in an interview had said on how Mastiii 4 does not have a story at all. And here is me literally mentioning the writing credits of the film😪. Is that a paradox or what now? Written by Milap Milan Zaveri and Farrukh Dhondy, Mastiii 4 literally has no story while using the same template of the first film to drive home its point of fidelity in a franchise that is mounted on infidelity (the Hindi word for that is Masti here). One of the reasons why the first part had actually worked even from a quality perspective was because the characters featured in their early 20s, something wherein their ‘Masti’ could be linked to the exuberance of youth mixed with innocence. But here when you have 50-something middled age men going on a rampant lust-drive, the emotional connect with the characters is not only off but also hugely problematic. Clearly, these boys hadn’t learnt their lesson over the previous three outings, and neither have them here (contrary to what they claim at the end).
As a film reviewer, I am privy to a lot of content that is absurb and at times ridiculous, but nothing can beat the events in the film here….An animal mating expert that goes by the title master ‘baiter’, only to woo a tiger in one scene while barely escaping its lust (you read that right), the same character being physically assaulted (the word assault is used as an alternative for something far more problematic) by a variety of animals that dry hump him after a liquid is sprayed on him. A white woman is called Rosemary Carlo just because the sanskari censor board decided to change her surname from Marlo to Carlo thereby killing the already dead humour, a character being brought to life with a hot iron only for his fig-like nipples to be pulled out. A random snake being stuck in the pants of a character after being smacked on his pen -is(tand) by characters hiding as trees. A couple of characters second-guessing the food consumed by their friend after sticking their heads between his legs while smelling the fragrance of his fart. The same set of characters applying human faeces on their faces – all in the name of comedy. If any of these events did make you laugh then this film is for you.
From the skeletal perspective, our three boys Meet (Vivek Oberoi), Prem (Aftab Shivdasani) and Amar (Riteish Deshmukh) want a visa for love from their better-halves that would allow them to have a free-hand affair for a week. The characters refer to this event as a free-hit in cricket wherein the batter cannot be dismissed, or more specifically a powerplay for affairs wherein the men could have guilt-free affairs without the idea of being caught. But these same 50-something men have an issue when their respectives wives plan to do the same on them. Talk about equality, talk about patriarchy, talk about both of these issues being passed off as a comedy.
The encounters are sillier by the minute – a character’s blind kiss ends up with a pair of dentures in his mouth, a Thai girl turning out to be a man, a Bhojpuri don going by the name Don Pablo after his mother apparently having an affair with Putin, a character who echos the last word thrice because he is brought up in the mountains, characters randomly turning to the camera in bikinis while getting reaction shots of their husband, some more body parts being flung your way, the impersonations of objects like a tie representing a body part, lusty animals targeting humans, and all of it being packaged as an objectification of female bodies and the male gaze that is perennially dipped in lust. The entire film resembles a collection of whatsapp forwards sent by uncles of your family who make it a point to sent ‘Good Morning’ messages everyday, even while having the intelligence of a teenage group who would draw body parts in public toilets with names of their friends. And I don’t remember the last time having walked out of the theatre while being disoriented. That clearly was enough Masti for my braincells that were massacred just like the Soviet soldiers in Sisu: Road To Revenge.
Dialogues, Music & Direction
The dialogues are downright atrocious with wordplays within wordplays within wordplays that gave my headache a headache. Lines like TKS (a character pointing towards Tusshar Kapoor)- Tusshar Ka Swayamvar?….Nahi, Toofan Ka Swayamvar’ absolute had me having a field-day while facepalming continuously (the forehead of my forehead also hurts). The music doesn’t stick either with one of the songs actually being a graphic description of how the male characters wish to handle girls during their ‘love visa’. The cinematography comprises of frames that objectify every anatomy of a female body, as well as the male bodies, also the animals – all of it in the name of comedy. The editing pattern is just so choppy, almost randomly being a collection of random scenes without circling back. In fact, it is so random that even random would be an overstatement. Director Milap Milan Zaveri holds the distinction of probably killing my innocent braincells twice now in a month’s time. But I must say that it takes special talent to make a film this bad. Or to give him credit, it may all be a ploy to redirect your attention to some of the previous films in his filmography which can be termed as masterpieces in front of this mess. On a serious note, the bar of entertainment cannot be this low, and we are already speaking of a possible scenario below rock bottom now! The direction is atrocious to say the least, but at this point, it is just me yapping in front of a wall. But then – Bro Please Hesitate!
Performances
The performances are absolutely abysmal by most of the actors here, but little that they can do here given the utter rubbish writing and characterization. Perhaps the one little ray of hope came from actors like Ruhi Singh as Geeta, Twinkle Tshering as the Thai masseur and Arshad Warsi as Kamraj who provide some level of control (strictly) in a few scenes even with the ridiculous briefs being given to them. In fact, it can be termed as a brainfade for casting Nargis Fakhri with Arshad Warsi, while then having her to bend in a song to accomodate the shorter actor in the same frame. It gave me an impression that the casting was done solely on the date availability of the actors more than their acting prowess. Needless to say, she wasn’t upto the mark here.
Elnaaz Norouzi as Bindiya and Shreya Sharma as Aanchal come across as annoying given the sketchy material handed over to them. Nishant Singh Walia as Sid, Shaad Randhawa as Virat and Tusshar Kapoor in yet another comeback as Don Pablo Putinwa collectively ham their way through the narrative here. The trio of Riteish Deshmukh as Amar, Vivek Oberoi as Meet and Aftab Shivdasani as Prem also go overboard in so many scenes, and that can happen to the best of actors who are handed over unfunny lines. As an actor, you cannot be sure of what is enough and how much is enough, thereby invariably going overboard.
Conclusion
Mastiii 4 is probably the most HILARIOUS adult comedy of all time……………..JUST KIDDING! It is an anatomy of a headache, so much so that even my headache got a headache in this multiverse of a headache, just as my brain cells were steamrolled through the course of the drama here. This, while I am marking myself as safe from this trauma. But clearly this film and the franchise are immune to all the reviews – so then what do I know anyway! Are you then still reading this review? Available in a theatre near you.