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Murder 2

Sex, skin and gore: unfortunately, all it eventually adds up to is quite a big bore.

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Murder 2
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Starring: Emraan Hashmi, Jacqueline Fernandez, Prashant Narayanan
Directed by Mohit Suri
Rating: *

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Yana Gupta slithers on the screen as the opening credits roll and you pretty much know what to expect of Murder 2. Filmmaker Mohit Suri works hard to offer the audience a heady mixture of sex, skin and gore. Unfortunately, all it eventually adds up to is quite a big bore.

Emraan Hashmi is a corrupt policeman with tattooed shoulders, long curly hair (that looks like last decade’s fashion statement) and a resolutely deadpan face. Lest you lose our ordinary Joe in the crowds, he is liberal in his use of MC/BC words, and loudly at that, to announce himself. One fine day, he is asked by a crook to trace a bunch of missing prostitutes and decides to use a decoy to nab the baddie. But there’s more to Hashmi than just his job. He is a multi-faceted man who donates a chunk of his tainted money to the church and, in his free time (of which he has plenty), he romps around with Jacqueline Fernandez. She, in turn, works extremely sincerely to perfect the art of taking her shirt off and then putting it on again and again and again. Every time she asks Hashmi to define their relationship—whether it’s mohabbat (love) or zaroorat (need)—Hashmi’s answer is straight and simple—it is aadat (habit). Needless to say, this leaves Fernandez so confused that she can’t figure out what to do with her shirt. So she sheds bucketloads of tears. There are other interesting characters in the picture. Like a bunch of incompetent, silly cops who make one long for ACP Pradyuman, Daya and Abhijeet of TV serial CID fame to come on the scene of the crime and solve the case. The piece de resistance, the unhinged serial killer, sings Murder songs as he chops and slices up women—the Bhatts must’ve been rather displeased with the soundtrack of this sequel.

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On a serious note, I wonder what the moral brigade, who got so hot over Delhi Belly’s potty humour, would think of this unadulterated celebration of gratuitous violence and titillatory sex. I as a woman was highly offended.

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