Review: Dabangg 2
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No exclamation mark, because having known exactly how the film will pan out, we have been made to count out the markers, each more predictable than the previous. It's not like the laughs all die down in the second half: we do occasionally smile, but the guffaws are missing. This is what happens when the material gets old. It's called sequilitis. It made item girl Kareena's 'Favicol' not sticky enough, and made me miss the truly jiggy Munni.
But while the going is good, Sallu bhai is right there. Doing his thing. Shaking his belt. Shimmying his waist. Delivering his lines in his inimitable fashion. Keeping us amused, at least to begin with, even when he is doing the unspeakable. Because he is being Salman, whose thing of "don't take me seriously, just have fun" takes us into a zone where all of Dabangg 2 and its settings and characters become comic-book. Someone gets his head in a twist? No worries. That guy will be dusting his clothes off, and collecting his head from the ground in a minute.
The whole film revolves around Chulbul. What else can it do, poor thing? His chulbuli, played by Sinha through the film in the same curvaceous-cum-coquettish manner, the same sideways come-hither glances, stays in the kitchen, occasionally straying to the bedroom, and getting to leave the house only a couple of times. Clearly, if you want to be a 100 crore club mascot, that's all you can aspire to. Arbaaz should have given himself some more time: he can be funny when he wants to. The bad guys are just not bad enough. All they do is spray bullets and spread dullness. Prakash Raj can be genuinely scary; here he just grimaces and shouts, and Dobriyal is laughably miscast.