The hall was pretty full, and everyone left looking as though they got their
money's
worth; I didn't. 
Granted that this was a delicate subject, but it was handled, in the main, somewhat
clumsily, and ended as limply as one of the liberally tea-dipped biscuits so eloquently showcased in the film.
To be fair, though, the dialogue had its moments, and the performances were really very good - both by Ayushmann, the poster-boy of taboo-themed Indian Cinema, as well as by a slimmed-down Bhumi Pednekar, and also by some of the supporting cast.
And oh- the movie was more about performance anxiety than about erectile dysfunction (which is what the reviews kept telling you) - although one can argue cause and effect on that one.
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