If you must know — and that I was quite surprised about — Son Of Sardaar 2 is essentially an Indo-Pak love story.
Of course, it is for all intents and purposes, a Punjabi film (in Hindi). But then you forget, there are Punjabis on both sides of the border.
The only place they’re likely to meet, let alone mate, is, of course, outside South Asia. In this case, where Indian Punjab’s national drink, Scotch, comes from. As in Scotland.
Which is where the son of sardar hero lands, straight from the pind, to be with his wife, who wants a divorce.
Hence, he has no place to stay. He rooms in with a bunch of Pakistani women of all age groups. One of whom is a young Pak girl, who has fallen for an Indian dude.
And so, our son of sardar must pose as the girl’s dad, at the UK countryside opposite four more sardars, to sneakily seal this Indo-Pak romance. And make a marriage happen.
Another one in the Pak group (Mrunal Thakur) falls for our sardar, as in Devgn, instead!
Rather progressive for the times of Indo-Pak segregation, I must say. And this is a big deal, when you consider that past mainstream movies like Ae Dil Hai Mushkil and Salaam Namaste originally had an Indo-Pak love story in them, that they couldn’t dare put out among desi public!
Is there anything else I must say about this crackpot comedy — about a geriatric pole dancer, sheep farming, battle tank, etc — with a dozen-plus, totally unrelated characters, and without sar aur payr, as in brains, or legs to stand on; only lame jokes?
If only I could recall all the lunacy that follows to somehow stretch your time, and their non-existent script. Frankly, nothing merits recalling, outside of one of the sardars in the other lot, in this film’s Scottish sheep farm.
That’s actor Mukul Dev, who looks rather bloated onscreen and in poor health. The deterioration must’ve been rapid. Mukul passed away on May 25, 2025, about a couple of months before this release. It’s tragic that this was his last film.
He was a fine actor, if you only remember even the first Son Of Sardaar (2012). Which, I’m told, was inspired by SS Rajamouli’s Maryada Ramana. This sequel is clearly a figment of an insane lack of imagination.
But you live, and learn. I learnt, from this picture, about mixing poppy flowers to make tea that can give you happy hallucination.
Also, I loved the throwback to the film Border, including scenes with the young Devgn (and others) for a joke on how the son of sardaar in this film is repeating lines from the war-drama, pretending to be an Army colonel.
Could make for a great standalone reel. That, sadly, can’t be said for the rest of the pic.
Besides, looking at number two in the title, you realise, if Son Of Sardaar works, commercially, how Devgn would have added to the number of running film franchises he owns/pushes in every genre: suspense/mystery (Drishyam), mad-cap comedy (Golmaal, Dhamaal), action (Singham)…
Great retirement plan, alright. Is that why you notice the number of finance people credited in the film’s opening titles (CFO, finance head, financial officer, etc), and closing titles (two full columns). It’s quite unique; observe it, if you’re in the theatre.
Which makes me believe this picture is possibly part of a smart subsidy, rebate scheme. I hope they make their money’s worth. Keeping a share of the profits for some of the audience’s mental health insurance may be a noble idea.
For, the end result for can either be ‘asardaar’ (effective), or ‘sar dard’ (headache); depending on you, what else. You can tell what I’m reeling under, right now.