Director - Anshul Sharma,
Writer - Luv Ranjan and Tarun 
Cast - Ajay Devgn, R Madhavan, Rakul Preet Singh, Jaaved Jaaferi, Meezaan Jafri, Gautami Kapoor, Ishita Dutta
Duration – 146 Minutes 

De De Pyaar De 2 isn’t just a bad film — it’s a cinematic catastrophe, the kind that makes you physically embarrassed for everyone involved. Watching it feels less like entertainment and more like punishment. This sequel doesn’t stumble or trip; it crashes head-first into the ground and then keeps digging. It is, without exaggeration, one of the most disastrously misguided Hindi films in recent memory.
 
Let’s start with the writing — or whatever this chaotic, clueless scribble tries to pass off as writing. Every scene drags like it's being held hostage, every emotional beat is a screaming match pretending to be depth, and the father–daughter conflict is written with an intelligence level that’s generously described as “non-existent.” The screenplay is so directionless, it’s like the filmmakers wrote five different movies, shuffled all the pages, threw half away, and shot whatever remained.
 
Ajay Devgn — a star known for his commanding presence — gets treated like background furniture. No impactful dialogues, no memorable moments, not even a scene that acknowledges his stature. It’s as if the writers genuinely forgot he was in the film until the final edit. When a film manages to waste an actor of his caliber this thoroughly, you know something has gone very wrong.
 
R. Madhavan appears to be the only person trying to act, but even he can’t do much when the film around him is collapsing like a building with no foundation. Meezan’s character is so pointless he could be erased from the film entirely and not a single frame would change — a true cinematic filler. But the most disastrous casting choice of all is Rakul Preet Singh. Her performance doesn’t just weaken the movie — it drags it down, crushes it, and leaves it beyond repair. Miscast, emotionally flat, loud where she should be subtle, blank where she should show depth — her presence becomes an active obstacle to the story. Watching her attempt to handle emotionally heavy scenes is painfully clear proof that this role was far beyond her capacity. The gulf between her and Tabu from the first film is so enormous it should be illegal to compare them.
 
The comedy is lifeless, the music is forgettable, and the Dubai sequence is a 30-minute monstrosity of forced filmmaking that exists for no purpose other than to torture the audience further. By the time the film stumbles into its limp finale, you’re not just checked out — you’re wondering why this film was greenlit at all.

Verdict: A disastrous sequel with zero direction, zero emotional intelligence, and zero justification for its existence. A spectacular failure from start to finish.