You don't go in to watch a sex comedy and come out complaining that it's got too many dirty jokes. That's like going to the beach and grumbling about the sand. 'Grand Masti', directed by Indra Kumar, is a smutty movie. And far from being embarrassed or apologetic about this, everyone involved wears it like a badge of honor. The makers has force-feed the audience images and dialogues so discomfiting, the only laughs you'll hear are nervous chuckles. Working around the same premise as 2004's 'Masti;, in which three friends decide to get some action on the side when they're tired of begging their preoccupied wives, the sequel sees married desperados Meet (Vivek Oberoi), Amar (Ritesh Deshmukh) and Prem (Aftab Shivdasani) hit their college reunion to relieve their pent-up sexual frustrations. The difference between both films is that the earlier one banked on naughty sexual innuendo to inspire laughs, while this one is packed with vulgar sight gags. In fact, the humor in 'Grand Masti' is relentlessly crude...there are so many close-ups of erections and cleavage that it stops being funny after a while. Occasionally, you'll find a clever line sandwiched between the lame jokes. Complaining that his wife Tulsi (Manjari Fadnis) never has time to satisfy him in the sack because she's always attending to his demanding family, Aftab says: "Meri Tulsi mujhe chhodke poore aangan ki hai." Another time, referring to Rose, Mary and Marlowe, the wife, daughter and sister of their college principal, one of our heroes says: "Aapke ghar ki auraton ke naam, naam kam invitation zyaada lagte hain." My favorite joke in the film is one in which our protagonists run into an old college friend and his wife at an airport, and can't remember their names. The joke works because it's cheeky, and because it's performed with perfect timing by each of the actors, even the secondary ones. Alas, clever lines are few and far between in this bawdy film that makes repeated references to food items as body parts...nariyal, nimboo, aam and even doodh ki factory. It's all consistently infantile; the kind of humor we grew out of in college. The gags too are mostly recycled from earlier hits. Jim Carrey's famous 'rhino birthing scene' from Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls is plagiarized completely, as is a sequence from Austin Powers in Goldmember involving a character on his fours, a woman searching for something in a bag, and the shadow it casts on a tent. From the same American film, the makers of 'Grand Masti' also borrow a gag centered on a urinating fountain. As many as six actresses are paired opposite our three heroes, but each is such an unmemorable stereotype, not one leaves an impression, except for all the wrong reasons...or perhaps the right reasons, given the nature of this film. Of the boys - or the men, playing college boys to be fair - Ritesh and Aftab have a natural flair for the funny, while Vivek makes a little too much effort. Credit to all three nevertheless for committing themselves unflinchingly to this puerile film. Such a shame they're barely challenged. The sad truth is that 'Grand Masti' revels in making you cringe, not laugh. Adult humor tends to work best when some things are left to your imagination. But the makers of this film force-feed the audience images and dialogues and references so discomfiting, the only laughs you'll hear are nervous chuckles. I'm going with one-and-a-half out of five for 'Grand Masti'. It's vulgar, but too silly to qualify as an 'adult comedy'.