directorsanjay khanduricastvivek oberoi mallika sherawat almost half a decade back writerdirector sanjay khanduri made his debut with ek chalis ki last local which might not have been a boxoffice blockbuster but went on to become a cult film for its contemporary crimecomedy concept and offbeat storytelling one strongly expects he would raise the bar in its thematic sequel kismat love paisa dilli but is sorely disappointed with the downgraded derivative the basic design remains the same with a boy and girl being stranded on city streets on a lonely night just the setting is switched from mumbai to delhi and so lokesh vivek oberoi and lovina mallika sherawat miss the last metro with delhi notorious for being unsafe for most civilians one expects it to make a potential backdrop for this films motif unfortunately all that we encounter in this onenight chronicle are some ludicrous characters and a lame political conspiracy there is a don ashutosh rana who is on a mission to complete his century of slapping random people on his birthday he also maintains a scrapbook with pictures of his victims to keep a count then there is a pizza delivery boy anshuman jha who goes on a strange spree of biting off peoples ears when he doesnt get paid gays arent spared of the bollywood stereotype and are shown as creatures who are desperate to rape the male species amidst all this the supposed central track of a politicians sting operation never registers neither do you care for it unlike ek chalis ki last local that had crazy yet credible characters and an unpredictable and riveting narrative this one is not only flawed with loopholes galore but you also lose interest in the proceedings soon enough also khanduri makes no effort to revise mallika sherawats covert character which is almost a replica of neha dhupias character from the prequel all intentions of the film to surprise you with any twists whatsoever is oldschool and juvenile it doesnt even generate a fraction of the anticipation and excitement that the prequel offered regardless of its comparisons with the prequel the sequel doesnt work as a standalone film either there are repeated shots of halfnaked men and all of them including vivek oberoi are utterly repulsive ironically mallika sherawat largely remains in her clothes surprisingly she is made to emote if stripping wasnt enough there are spitting slapping and peeing revulsion as well vivek oberoi is animated in his expressions and his delhi lingo seems a pretentious puton mallika sherawat never had acting appeal and even lacks sexappeal here anushman jha as the literally earsplitting character is irritating and when ashutosh rana doesnt die even after taking dozen bullets on his body you feel like killing him perhaps the makers decided to cash in on the cult status of the prequel and formulated the second episode in desperation but the effort is noticeably artificial and thereby the product is patchy over love for cinema this film seems to be made