Delhi Belly review

The ceiling crashes and a foot from a floor above gets stuck. A gangster pulls a hapless Vir Das by his tie. Kunaal Roy Kapoor's farts and stomach gurgles embellish every fight to death. And Imran Khan jumps a woman who is not his girlfriend in every kind of moving car. Shit and a lot else happens in Delhi Belly where gangsters with guns chase a Matrushka doll with diamonds.

A hairy-chested Aamir Khan thrusting his pelvis at the audience while stomping the dance floor in three-inch platform shoes alone is worth the price of admission. Why the f*** should you miss it? Go shake your biscuit.

It's fun and funny, modest and yet quite nutty. Three strugglers with too little money and too much bad luck. This is an udta hua chauka which Aamir Khan can safely call a chhakka again.