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Delhi Belly review

Lock, stock and several smoking orifices

Opening on a massive hairy bum crack and using the eponymous stomach complaint as a major plot device, this filthy Mumbai farce plays like a faecally obsessed Guy Ritchie flick with added charm.

Stringing together cocks, robbers and all manner of bodily fluid-spattered set-pieces with verve and wit, it follows Imran Khan and friends as they accidentally swap a stool sample for some priceless smugglers’ loot.

With a Blaxploitation-style blow-job song replacing the usual musical numbers, Abhinay Deo’s inclusive, internationalist effort crosses cultural – and taste – barriers with a joie de vivre that’ll have even the Bollywood-averse belly laughing along too.

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Matt Glasby is a freelance film and TV journalist. You can find his work on Total Film - in print and online - as well as at publications like the Radio Times, Channel 4, DVD REview, Flicks, GQ, Hotdog, Little White Lies, and SFX, among others. He is also the author of several novels, including The Book of Horror: The Anatomy of Fear in Film and Britpop Cinema: From Trainspotting To This Is England.