The question isn’t whether this film is “good” in a conventional sense—we are beyond such metrics. The question is: Does it deliver the pulpy, testosterone-fueled chaos its title promises? The answer, disappointingly, is only in fits and starts. The plot, if one can call it that, is a Xerox of a Xerox. Pradeep Pandey “Chintu” returns as Shivraj, the titular police officer with a gunda’s heart. This time, the village of Balua Tola is terrorized by a new villain, Michael (played with hammy glee by a newcomer trying too hard to channel 1990s Bollywood villains). Michael doesn’t just commit crimes; he humiliates the system, burns police stations, and, in the opening scene, literally urinates on a uniform. This, of course, is the cue for Shivraj’s entry.
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However, even Chintu seems tired by the second half. The swagger that felt organic in the first film now feels rehearsed. He goes through the motions: the tilted cap, the mirrored sunglasses, the slow-motion walk. But the fire is dimmer. The villain, Michael, is a disaster—neither terrifying nor funny, just loud. Every time he screams “Shivraaaj!”, you feel your brain cells retreat in self-defense. Director Rajkumar R. Pandey knows his audience: they are here for the thanedar hitting people with improbable objects. And to his credit, the action sequences are gloriously absurd. In one set piece, Shivraj defeats twenty men using only a handcuff and a pressure cooker. In another, he stops a speeding truck by punching its hood—the truck flips, of course, and Shivraj adjusts his tie. The question isn’t whether this film is “good”
In the annals of Bhojpuri cinema, certain titles carry a weight of expectation, a promise of unapologetic masala, thunderous dialogue, and a hero who can bend the laws of physics as easily as he bends the goons. Police Wala Gunda (Part 1) was one such film—a raw, energetic potboiler that introduced a character who was both the upholder of the law and its most terrifying breaker. Naturally, a sequel was inevitable. Enter Police Wala Gunda 2 , a film that arrives with a siren’s blare but soon runs out of gas on a bumpy road. The plot, if one can call it that, is a Xerox of a Xerox
The cinematography is a headache-inducing whirlwind of zoom-ins and crash zooms. Every punch is accompanied by a sound effect borrowed from a 1980s arcade game. The editing is choppy; scenes transition with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. This is not a film you watch; it’s a film you survive.