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Jaiswal's premise is different and daring; he bares the hypocrisies of a society that shames, silences and devours sex - all in the same breath (ahh!). Even the typography of the title symbolizes a male organ, but the film is far from pornographic. It's about the psyche and dilemma of a writer torn apart between art and erotica. The problem is the storytelling that's languid and uninventive for a subject so explorative. The story lacks stamina, and the background music drags the plot. The film that had a lot of potential, but what's missing is the 'woh wali baat'.

The re-creation of an era, and why this series became so successful, which could have lent the film some heft, is wholly missing from the story. Those dying to watch ‘porn’ on the big screen – both the curious young ‘uns and the nostalgic middle-aged fans – will be disappointed. Better to access cached page views of Savita Bhabhi instead.

The film will disappoint those who go to see it in the hopes of catching a lot of 'action', for there are no explicit scenes in the films. However, many hilariously salacious dialogues and uncomfortable-yet-funny situations revolving around adolescent readers will provide enough masala. As it is an 'imagined biography' of the writer, we were left with the nagging thought that the writer of 'Mastram' had not made him as intriguing, mysterious and naughty as one might have hoped. As Mastram might himself have put it, "Kamukhta ke rass ki thodi kami reh gayi".