Jism 2 Review

"A Bimbo Of A Movie" is how we would describe this film (and not just for the obvious reasons), if we had only five words or less to do so. However, since we get a lot more space, you should go grab a hot mug of coffee and prepare to be entertained.

There is a lot that Jism 2 tries to be - an erotic thriller; a story of betrayal, corruption, and even eternal love. What it finally ended up as, though, is a 2 1/2 hour long advertisement of Sunny Leone's wondrous gravity-defying, hyperventilating bosom. And what a bosom it is! It almost weaves a parallel plot line around itself as it heaves and sighs and trembles with varying intensities, one that is a lot more interesting than the actual story Mahesh Bhatt is trying to tell us.

The story itself has all the ingredients that normally go into movies coming from the Bhatt camp - a pretty face, a hero with an agenda, a "formidable" enemy, sinister happenings and the works. The astoundingly incompetent treatment, however, screws up a movie that should, by rights, work. It has a frickin' porn-star to act as a porn-star in it, for heaven's sake.

This is how it goes. The scene opens with good-girl-gone-bad Izna (Sunny Leone) fornicating the living daylights out of an IB agent Ayaan (Arunoday Singh), who then recruits her to spy on a renegade cop, for an amount of rupees ten crore. As it turns out, the renegade in question is none other than Kabir (Randeep Hooda), an ex-flame whose smoldering embers she'd been nursing in her heart since the day he abandoned her.

According to Ayaan's superior, Kabir is now an assassin with a vast network which needs to be stopped. Izna's job is, of course, to find her way into his bedroom to get information stored on his laptop. Izna, who by this point already hates the guy's guts, agrees to do it, and so they set off for somewhere relatively close to the lion's den. As Izna makes further progress with the mission, the question that arises is who really the bad guys are.

And throughout the movie is that blancmange of a bosom, the true star of the movie, shown to you from every possible angle, dominating almost every frame.

Now, for the acting. From the sequel of a movie that has some of the sexiest scenes in Hindi movie history, you could reasonably expect a movie of the same caliber, if not better. However, the only thing that Jism 2 has in common with its prequel is the profuse usage of the word "Jism" in the dialogues (and the, ahem, "leonine" expression the lead women in both movies wear, when called on to express sexual arousal). As far as Sunny is concerned, it's actually funny how despite wearing a quarter as many clothes, she does not have a fraction of the sensuality that Bipasha wore like a luxurious mink in Jism.

The performances on part of everyone, including Randeep Hooda, are stilted to the extreme, with a distinct resemblance to acting done in school plays. The chemistry between characters, sexual or otherwise, is awkward. Arunoday Singh and Arif Zakaria are both extremely irritating.

The biggest let-down would definitely be the music. In fact, the whole film has a rather sordid feel to it, which is surprising considering how little actual sleaze there is in it.

All in all, there is only one reason to watch Jism 2, and the reason doesn't really have much to do with the movie.