May 05, 2012 Y. Sunita Chowdary
"Dubara miltha hun main, fund ke saath or funde," says Sonu to Jhanvi, who sells and rents guns to people. He means he will give her funds to run her hospital which is short of money and the funda is about finding a way to culminate their love. This small time crook has fallen in love with a doctor and every time he thinks this is it and he must put an end to the shady trade and reform himself, Randeep Hooda who plays a suspended cop pushes him into the depth to bring out the one last man who is head, the supplier of arms.
The real fun arrives, i.e., the stupidity descends on the screen when it is revealed that the mukhiya who heads the crime is Jhanvi's father. Our kissing king is torn between being a police informer and the craving to lead an ordinary stress free life with his Jannat..Dr. Jhanvi. The drama moves on with the would-be father-in-law's aide giving him the news that it is Sonu who is passing the info to the police. The drama gets very predictable from then on.
What one notices basically is that there is hardly any action with arms, the entire story happens with the arms as a backdrop, there is hardly any dread or fear..it looks like a bunch of people looking like villains fighting over a dibba of pichkaris meant for holi. There is seriousness in the dialogues and the running around but not the general story as such.
The suspended cop has a sob story, his wife has been killed. The mukhiya has killed his wife and his daughter Jhanvi lives away on this account from him and falls for the street smart and bold Sonu who believes that 'dandhe mein jo darthe hai wohi pahle martha hain'. There is one gutsy dialogue that shows how good he is on mind game...when he is surrounded by five men he quips, "You are five and I am one. I can't fight but I can say confidently I will hunt out that one man and kill him who first lifts his hand on me."
The ending is far better than what we saw in the prequel far from what one expected. The romance sucks this time, the serial kisser's chemistry with the debutante is absolutely missing. Esha Gupta looks like a slimmer version of Lara Dutta, the ambience, the setting, the streets all set for the B and C class audiences.
The Doc is dressed in skin-tight churidars and walks like a model and casts coy glances and makes us feel why the director couldn't think of another profession for Jhanvi..how can a bimbo fall for a crook like Sonu with such swiftness and abhor him with the same swiftness in the last scene.
There is lot of profanity in the form of dialogues from Hashmi and the story from the beginning looks downright silly and in one word you can call it absolutely ‘pedestrian'. The only man who shines in the film is Randeep Hooda. Jannat 2 amuses you actually and you watch it in a detached manner as one clichéd scene rolls after the other.
Emraan Hashmi looks disinterested throughout the film and the camera captures all his emotions, Esha is pushing her bust forward and forever walking with a pout. A soulless story with an uninspiring narrative..but the cinematography deserves all the brownie points. Take a break Hashmi!
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