Not that one went looking for something different in the same old twins-separated-at-birth formula. Not that one went with a magnifying glass to spot plotholes and then crib about the lack of logic in a David Dhawan potboiler. All that one went hoping for was some entertainment. However, despite two likeable and earnest Varun Dhawans, the silliness doesn’t quite get doubly sublime. The gags are not funny, most jokes fall flat unless you can laugh easily at the sight of a couple of stuttering men. Even the relatively contemporary demonetisation, Trump and Bahubali-Kattappa pranks feel stale.Dhawan tries desperately to milk the nostalgia ( if you can call it that) for the 90s comedy that Judwaa 2 is a reboot of. So daddy Sachin Khedekar exposes a bad guy, finds one of his twin sons gone missing, assumes him to be dead. One grows up in London with the family and attends a music school in some Scottish castle. He is the weak and puny Prem. The other, lost one grows up in the rough streets of Mumbai, lives in Versova, sings and dances to larger than life Ganpati bhajans and knocks the memory off a gunda’s brain with just a coconut. He is the tough Raja. They both seem to share the bodily reflexes but when in the same country mind you. So if one kisses a girl, so does the other, well he actually even kisses the girl’s mother. Some misunderstandings later—involving the ditzy girlfriends and their respective madcap parents —the brothers get together and save the father and family from the villain in the climax. Been there, seen that! Back in 1997.