The disappointment for the crowds started when the certificate showed a U-rating.
The incorrigible optimists decided to shrug it away as an aberration of our
'oh so reliable and credible' censor board. But when reality stared dawning
on our voyeurs that it was just another Shakila inanity with little value for
money and a case study on how not to make movies, the desperation begin to show.
From then on, even a scene like a girl in knee-length skirt talking to a guy
was enough for them to imagine being recompensed for their tickets.