The movie follows the formula set in motion by the first film and is packed to the brim with mistaken identities, Indians living in London, raunchy dance numbers, inane dialogues and every possible form of buffoonery that Sajid Khans brain can conceive. I would take great offense to some of the content here if I could get my mind to treating any of this with an iota of respect.
I wish I could write more and dissuade people from actually watching this piece of crap but whats the point? In all likelihood, the movie will make enough to justify the need for a sequel and Sajid Khan will oblige us with that too. I hope that sends its audience into a cinema induced coma and then atleast Sajid Khans future movies can be declared a public health hazard. Till then we can take solace in the fact that in her family, Farah Khan isnt the worst director.