An unnecessary dyslexic, stuttering sequel would be a gross understatement. A ludicrous plot, overacting that will facepalm a 90s 'Posenjit', ever gaping plot-holes, a wanna-be Fincher but so very Mahesh Bhatt plot-twist just tarnishes the Baishe Srabon legacy. The good among worsts, a few brilliant lines of screenplay and a show stopping lover boy in Anirban Bhattacharya.