It isn’t helped by the feeble throw in the general direction of roman a clef stylistics. It isn’t particularly challenging to figure out who Meeta Sengupta (Sushmita Sen), Alisha Ray (Aishwarya Rai), Mamta Sindhu (Madhu Sapre), Donald Singh (Mickey Mehta), or Promod Kakre (Prahlad Kakkar) are inspired by. But where is the value in the exercise when it seems to have been carried out more with a fearful eye on libel laws than on making some sort of point, any point? After all, with the exception of the rather glacially beautiful Ms Rai, the real-life figures have done enough (did she/didn’t she boob jobs, the middle-class nirvana of a sexy foreign husband, general entertaining outrageousness) to make them ripe for sharp observation.