Erano anni che non mi divertivo così tanto scorrendo recensioni cinematografiche. Temevo commenti moralistici, invece la visione di Jism 2 ha solleticato il lato burlone dei critici indiani. La pellicola di Pooja Bhatt è stata letteralmente demolita con dosi industriali di umorismo. Ed è risaputo: l'ilarità uccide l'erotismo. (Nel film Sunny Leone sfoggia biancheria sexy a mucchi, pure in coda all'ufficio postale, ma tutto lo staff concorda con Caterina: la vera pornostar in Jism 2 è Randeep Hooda. Figo. Supremo).
- Rediff, Sukanya Verma, 3 agosto 2012, * 1/2: '(Sunny Leone) delivers her lines with the concentration of an impassive newsreader rattling off cue cards on the screen. She has the body but not the racy persona required to hit the sensual notes. (...) At best, it's just a blank, expressionless parade of rehearsed intimacy featuring an entire catalogue of seductive poses and salon-polished skin playing against various artists' bland soundtrack, which is better suited for exotic spa or honeymoon package commercials. Hollowness, not audacity, is Jism 2's real problem. (...) Moreover, it's impossible to concentrate on anything except the dialogues, which are so, SO cheesy, it'll split your sides. (...) It's like Sunny Leone's assets are the script, screenplay and sole purpose of Jism 2 and everyone outside that - Hooda, Singh, Zakaria or the audience - is obliged to wag their tongues with thrill'.
- The Film Street Journal, *: 'The good: ? Let’s pass this one. The bad: The film unintentionally changes its genre to comedy because of some atrocious dialogues mouthed by a bunch of freaks who breathe lust. (...) The main problem is that it doesn’t even fit in the official porn category which is supposed to be unpretentious, emotionless and brainless. Jism 2 actually has pretentions of having a brain. Take any scene, any emotion, and Sunny Leone is directed to breathe through it. Yes, breathe heavily for obvious reasons. The only switch in Sunny’s expressions is in the range of her breathing speed. Normally a gifted actor, Randeep Hooda has nothing much to do except to look like a maniac'.
- Mayank Shekhar, 3 agosto 2012: 'The predominantly male audiences at my theatre surely didn’t come to this film for its stars, songs or story-line. (...) Viewers probably walk in for the leading lady and the lovemaking. Several female actors in cinema exist merely to excite a wet dream. In a sexually repressed India, this is a social service of sorts. (...) The only thing they needed to get right with Ms. Leone’s acting is the dubbing. They made sure even that’s off. She sits or stands in every conversation, heavily breathing in and out her silicone implants, nervously twitching her eyebrows. It’s hard to tell what she plays in the movie. (...) This is good enough script for a pornographic pic. By the time you hit the climax, of the film of course, you realise, there was hardly more sex in it than any other skin flick, and you had to sit through two growling naked guys (Arunoday, Randeep) and a psycho boss (Arif Zakaria) instead, babbling over international terrorism. Audiences are known to giggle at uncomfortable sex scenes. They laugh here at the heroes’ serious dialogues, in chaste Urdu, cooking up obscure conspiracy theories. This is the entertainment we deserve'.
