Even before its characters get to Europe, Bawaal sets itself up as a truly ludicrous romantic comedy, completely unmoored from any common sense or internal logic, and with the most cartoonishly awful protagonist at its center. There isn’t a single convincing story idea here, from the way Ajay’s students learn from and idolize him despite his complete lack of teaching ability, to the way he treats his wife Nisha like dirt after learning she has epilepsy. Movies about scoundrels aren’t unwelcome, but it feels as if there hasn’t been any thought put into how Ajay views other people and the self-image he so desperately wants to protect—and even less thought seems to have been put into the hilariously shallow ways Ajay “earns” redemption by the end.

But then the characters get to Europe, and Bawaal inexplicably becomes a history lesson about the atrocities of World War II, which are briefly recreated in corny and at times tastelessly done fantasy sequences. The idea that these grown adults who have access to knowledge and pop culture are only now finding out that genocide is bad is nothing short of mind-numbing. Even worse is how Bawaal ignores every difficult and painful truth we’ve learned and continue to learn from World War II, and reduces so much suffering into a contrived moral lesson about how we should accept each other’s flaws and learn to forgive. No matter the efforts of its lead actors or the quality of the production values on display, the film just can’t overcome the bad taste it leaves in the mouth.