Can the last three minutes of a movie send the rest of it into a league of its own? Only if the movie is "Golmaal Returns". Make no mistake, this is a male buddy movie from start to finish, which means a distinct premium on sophomoric adolescence. It's also flat-out funny, even if the misses outnumber the hits. The movie worships at the altar of bad taste: watching it, I kept thinking of the inspired antics of Mel Brooks, albeit Brooks on an off-day. The expert Ajay Devgan-led male cast also has the courage of its convictions: "Golmaal Returns" never falls into the trap of trying to redeem its characters - blessedly, "Kismat Konnection" this ain't. Forget the plot, which has something to do with the murder of a man who texts too much, and enjoy the goofball, pile-it-on man-on-man camaraderie with lots of Bollywood in-jokes. Pity the women, especially Kareena Kapoor, cursed with a freakish face and a thankless, do-nothing role. The last scene of "Golmaal Returns" is such a hoot, it breaks the wall between audience and actor, and makes us all complicit in its arrested development.