There's something invariably sad about a film that has been in the cans for too long. For starters, there's the movie's name, inspired by SMS-speak, which was specifically designed to make your 6th standard English teacher burn the reverential Wren & Martin out of sheer helpless fury.
Then, there is the Josh-afflicted Goan family portrayal in the movie, where everybody - starting from the widowed father to the bustling granny - loves their daaru pani and their pork vindaloo.
We're better off not bringing up the fact that the number of people who turn up to....