If one (read: Mika Singh) has some disposable cash lying around after years of making a public spectacle of himself (although he did give us some good music, intermittently), one can easily "make a movie". Throw in some white skin, an aging boyish cult singer, and a few familiar faces (motto: "We will work anywhere for money, even if it makes people forget just how gifted we really are"), and you get a comedy.
Comedy, you ask? Well, yes. Because the producer in question here loves his own jokes, and wants to impose his brand of humour on unsuspecting, innocent movie watchers. W....