I saw the movie today, and was sufficiently roused to pen this obituary.
The movie is asymptomatic of the intellectual bankruptcy and artistic hypocrisy that plagues Indian Cinema (and cricket) today.
The movie seems to have been made with the sole purpose of providing employment to the jobless Deol clan, and just because you cannot remake YPD 1 - it’s already in color (and it seems 3-D as well), and not yet 25 years old!
When they made this sequel- they promised there would be more of everything. Well, almost. There is more of buffoonery, much more of slapstick and finally most of Gravity- Defying –Winged- Humanity!
The Plot:
Movie starts with Dharam-not-so-Garam as the God man hoodwinking foreigners in Banaras to voluntarily surrender their lifelong earnings at his blessed feet in return for salvation and eternal spiritual riches. He and his equally treacherous son, Bobby then proceed to marinate a businessman (bankrupt already- but not known to the thugs) in preparation for fraud by wooing his daughter (not his real daughter-but unknown to them) in marriage.
They arrive in London to solemnize the marital vows and are hosted there by a drunkard Orangutan who keeps house and paints life altering, million dollar selling paintings. The honest elder son, Sunny who arrives on the scene to recover his bank’s debts from the businessman and ends up falling for his elder daughter (real daughter), thwarts their heist plans. Who succeeds in the end, is what you will have to find out by wasting 2000 bucks in the Gold Class with your family.
Anupam Kher, the golden haired dude and his sidekick, the much-disguised Johnny Lever are utterly wasted as crass caricatures of dour, ineffective and impotent gangsters who cannot subdue a recalcitrant Super Sardar- Sunny Deol with their army of Sardars, White trash, Ninjas and Sumos.
The Cast:
Bobby is cast in an agonizingly double role of Denter and Painter, Sunny is cast in triple roles of Spider Man, Super Man and Iron Man, and Dharam is cast in multiple roles as God Man, Royal Man, Con Man, and a sitting target for ‘Cruelty to Animals’ Activists (for getting a Primate drunk and manipulating him to do the so-un-animal job of painting). He looks understandably proud as a father providing employment to two grownup jobless sons and the latest white-legged launch-Christina Akheeva (Columbus discovered Brazil and called it India, and now Indians have discovered Brazil and completed the ruthless cycle of evolution) and other slim, white broads along with plenty of unmentionable white trash, Sumos and ninjas.
The Conclusion:
The movie is long, unfunny and gross. It’s better to wait for it to arrive on TV, or to have it charged towards your corporate entertainment allowance or better still, to download it from a pirate site.
It’s so boring I couldn’t even fall asleep; normally I snore happily if it’s a decent movie. The Snack Bars and toilets did roaring business, as people contrived to keep themselves busy by walking up and down the hall to kill time. Kids cried, nobody minded for a change; I answered all my mail, sent belated Happy New Years to many long lost relatives and finished another level on my Android Tower Defense game, ‘Zerg Must Die’.
And finally, in all fairness, the good part? Well, the Orangutan was a natural- he really acted like he was one!