The effects of good cinema, a bar of smooth chocolate, and a teensy-weensy crush are startlingly similar. All three of them leave you with a smile on your face, an earworm you actually want, and a general feeling that life is good, if only for a short time.
It is in this state of ephemeral euphoria that we write about Nautanki Saala, so please forgive us our gushing, for the movie is by no means perfect. The usual suspects - i. e. poor logic, a tiresome character and a half, a few loo breaks where there shouldn't be any - all rear their less-than-pleasant-to-behold heads. Where ....