Surya (Jeet) decides to help Mumbai’s slum dwellers by creating jobs and opportunities for them through the `35,000-crore Surya Foundation. But when he’s cheated of the money, he sets out to bring the money back and clear his name.
The angry young man of Indian cinema has long been replaced by level-headed and, at times, suave heroes, who kill a mathematically possible number of adversaries and obey the laws of physics. So Jeet, please, either play a crack navy seal to justify your kill count or stick to numbers that make sense. And yes, do remember that wires are meant to make stunts safe and easy, not to help you defy gravity. One teeny question: why does the top baddie, who’s always beaten last, and is always surrounded by guns, forget his iron home in the climax? You know hand-to-hand combat, he doesn’t. Game over! And we trudge home, brain-dead.
Boss 2 is a tasteless soup, cooked with a masala that expired in the late ’80s. What work now are the stylised brain soups like Singhams or Shivaays, or physics-defying stunts in episodic dystopian rigmaroles like Matrixes or Mad Maxes. Boss 2 has stylised action, but stuff that constantly remind you of films like Torque and Ong Bak 2. When a film about bikes and expert stunt riders shows impossible bike stunts, you go, ‘Wow!’, but when a Bengali bhai of Mumbai does it…ahem…digestive pills anyone? Same applies to a Tony Jaa kicking his way through 50 Herculean men. Jeet doing something similar, ‘ek baar houk, eksho baar houk’, it’s difficult to digest. Even a scene where Surya kills an enemy by dripping poison into his mouth using a string reminds one of the attempt to murder James Bond in You Live Only Twice. Quite an overdose of inspiration, huh!
And how much deadpan Jeet can you tolerate in two-and-a-half hours? He’s all over the screen most of the time — a smile here, a few frowns there; a scowl here and another scowlier scowl there. Numbers of men, their sizes, nothing matters; Surya breaks their bones like matchsticks. He kills no one, but no one rises again after he’s through. This is most of the second half.
Overall, Boss 2 is a bad scriptwriting debut for Jeet, as it seems to drag on and on without making much sense. What is Surya Foundation and what does it need `35,000 crore for? How does one set up hundreds of bank branches almost overnight and draw millions to make deposits? A chief minister is assassinated, and there seems to be no police investigation, no CBI inquiry, nothing? A Bangladeshi businessman makes an overseas deposit of `2,000 crore into Surya Foundation’s account and there’s no red tape? Surya escapes after being arrested by police and he manages to fly all the way to Bangladesh and then to Bangkok without being traced? How easy can life be? He even kills his adversaries with effortless ease! Even Superman took a beating in Superman v Batman. So, what’s Kryptonite for Surya? Nothing it seems.
Subhashree and Nusrat are okay, given the fact that the girls have little else to do apart from flaunting their toned legs and abs and emoting a bit here and there. The bad guys are good, but the worst guy simply doesn’t look menacing enough, however hard he may scowl. But he is the bad guy. And so Surya beats him up in the end, drags him from Bangkok to Mumbai and hands him over to Mumbai Police! Bravo! And we walk out of the hall, brain dead, not even trying to think where the Bangkok Police was all this time.