One of my favourite moments of watching Delhi Belly was during the erection gag. The entire theatre roared in laughter. The hands and feet of people, sitting behind me, thrashed about in a moment of ecstasy.

The other was the awkward silence at the end of the movie, when the Aamir Khan item number came on. It was so random that everybody just stared. I think Aamir Khan takes even comedy too seriously.

Other than that, it was OK. It had some new gags, some guys ran around and the music was fun. I know I’ll be in the minority, but I didn’t give a shit about anyone in the film. Its pleasures were fleeting. ‘Twas quintessential timepass. 

On a sidenote… does the young Metro crowd think they talk like these guys? Flawless english with some chutiyas for flavour? I certainly write better than I speak; but I sound perfect in my head. See, if you talk like that, the chances are that you don’t live like that.