War 2 Review
YRF’s spy universe is supposed to keep expanding, but with War 2, it feels like they simply hit “copy-paste” on the first War script, shuffled a few things around, and hoped we wouldn’t notice. Unfortunately, we noticed. The film wants to be a slick action thriller. Instead, it’s like watching an overcaffeinated stunt reel that keeps forgetting the laws of physics — and storytelling.
The ‘Déjà Vu’ Problem
If you’ve seen War 1, you’ve basically seen War 2. Two agents on opposite sides, a supposed betrayal, a forced truce, and then… another betrayal. The beats are the same, just dressed in new clothes. Only difference? This time, Vikram (Jr. NTR) steps in alongside Hrithik Roshan’s Kabir. On paper, that’s a dream pairing. On screen, it’s a strange blend of high-energy swagger and over-the-top, video-game-style stunts that make you wonder if gravity resigned from the film midway.
Action Without Anchors
Bollywood has done unbelievable action before, and audiences loved it. But War 2 doesn’t just stretch reality, it snaps it clean in half.
- Cars leap onto moving trains like they’re auditioning for a Hot Wheels ad.
- Boats turn into Formula 1 cars mid-chase, glide through racetracks without wheels, and then casually drop back into water like nothing happened.
- A Northrop B-2 Spirit stealth bomber magically seats more passengers than its occupancy.
At this point, the film isn’t just ignoring physics, it’s actively bullying it.
The ‘Janabe Ali’ Bromance Break
There’s a moment where Hrithik and Jr. NTR confront each other, echoing Kabir and Tiger’s scene from War 1. It builds some tension… until they suddenly break into Janabe Ali. Now, don’t get me wrong. Both of them dance like they own the floor. But the song is so randomly wedged in, it feels like the movie paused for a talent show before getting back to world-ending stakes. The bromance feels forced, not earned.
Backstories, Bulletproof Hearts & Other Distractions
The film sprinkles in personal history — Hrithik and Jr. NTR’s shared childhood, Hrithik and Kiara Advani’s rejected love angle. But it’s all so half-baked that it never really matters. Kiara’s role is so underwritten that the film could have removed her entirely without changing the plot. Meanwhile, the action logic is pure fantasy:
- Bullets never run out.
- People shot in the chest with sniper rifles walk out of the ICU casually.
- Hrithik checks his phone in the middle of a gunfight because… why not?
The Bigger Picture
Director Ayan Mukerji gave us Brahmastra — flawed but ambitious. Here, ambition is replaced by repetition. The visuals aren’t cartoonishly bad, but they’re not convincing either. It’s caught in a weird middle ground where nothing feels grounded, yet nothing feels fantastical enough to be fun.
By the time the credits roll, teasing the next spy-universe entry (Alpha), you can’t help but wonder: if this is the direction, should we even be excited?
Verdict: War 2 is Bollywood masala without the flavour. Overlong, over-familiar, and over-reliant on impossible stunts, it’s like an AI tried to remake War 1 after reading the Wikipedia summary. Fans deserved better.
Skip it.
