Aside from a few laughs post-intermission, this film is a crashing bore.

The filmmakers were possibly busy scoring a tax-free contract to shoot in Macau. Dialogue writers were giggling over their rhymes in every other line, pun on every second word. The editors were paid to keep their trap shut. Whining women (Kangna Ranaut, Mallika Sherawat) were picked up for pretty posters. Male actors then were naturally left to somehow figure their way through this mess.

Double Dhamaal is a huge disappointment. Especially for those who’ve seen the first part. And even for those who haven’t. Watch it at your own risk.

To be fair, Double Dhamaal has a few giggle-worthy moments, but you must earn these moments by lasting through endless torture tactics that Indra Kumar unleashes on you. These include mediocre gags, garish songs and Kangana Ranaut.

On the whole, Double Dhamaal is for the masses and the single-screen cinemas mainly. Considering its high cost (over Rs. 40 crore), it is not likely to prove a profitable venture even though the producers have made a killing from its satellite rights. If, by a stroke of good luck, the producers are able to break even, at least the distributors of the circuits, for which the producers have sold the rights, would end up being in the red because of the high prices they’ve paid.

With a negligible funny quotient and a feeble script, DOUBLE DHAMAAL ends up being a ‘double’ disappointment.

Yes, you laugh at some instances but when you’re expected to turn off your brain and relax to a nice guffaw fest film, you know you’re heading the wrong way if your brain switches on again.

Double Dhamaal has no intentions of tickling you. The idea is to torment you. Everyone’s eyes are perennially popped out, their mops of hair raised and there’s so much of jumping and falling going around, this kind of slapstick really deserves both: a slap and a stick.