There was a time when crassness and vulgarity (the sarkai lo khatiya type), looked down upon by the classes, and cheered on by the masses, raked in the moolah at the BO. That gave way to the atrocious brazenness on display now, presumably to cater to an era in which 10-year-olds cry foul if they're not being taught to gyrate to Sheila Ki Jawaani and Munni in their dance classes.
Naughty At 40 seems awkwardly stuck between the two phases. Aiming at being a sex comedy - and nowhere near crowd-pullers like No Entry in terms of comic content or production values - and incapab....