Oh, buckle up, folks, 'cause we're diving into the cinematic masterpiece that's about as grounded in reality as a unicorn at a rave. The story? A wild ride on the make-believe express, chugging full steam ahead into fantasyland, leaving little ol' reality eating its dust.
Now, the screenplay - oh, honey, it's not just draped in nationalism; it's practically bathing in it, with zero chill on the patriotic front. It's like they're trying to sell you a brand of patriotism so exclusive, it only exists in their heads. And the timing? Chef's kiss Perfect for stirring the pot just when election season's heating up. Coincidence? I think not.
Let's talk narration - it's like that one friend who's super into conspiracy theories and somehow makes them sound legit. You know it's all wild speculation, but dang, it's entertaining.
Yami Gautam, bless her, still manages to shine like a diamond in a rhinestone world. Girl's picking scripts like she's the only one in town with taste. Priyamani and the gang? They're doing what they can, serving up performances that almost make you forget you're watching a glorified political pamphlet.
The direction and cinematography? On point, I guess, if you're into that sort of aesthetic - making propaganda look pretty. And the music? It's there, doing its best to set the mood, bless its heart.
In short, if you're in the mood to indulge in a fantasy so detached from reality it needs its own zip code, and you love a good fictional tale masquerading as something profound - this flick's your ticket. Just, for the love of all things sensible, don't walk out of there thinking you've just been enlightened with the sacred truth. It's a ride, not a revelation.
Now, the screenplay - oh, honey, it's not just draped in nationalism; it's practically bathing in it, with zero chill on the patriotic front. It's like they're trying to sell you a brand of patriotism so exclusive, it only exists in their heads. And the timing? Chef's kiss Perfect for stirring the pot just when election season's heating up. Coincidence? I think not.
Let's talk narration - it's like that one friend who's super into conspiracy theories and somehow makes them sound legit. You know it's all wild speculation, but dang, it's entertaining.
Yami Gautam, bless her, still manages to shine like a diamond in a rhinestone world. Girl's picking scripts like she's the only one in town with taste. Priyamani and the gang? They're doing what they can, serving up performances that almost make you forget you're watching a glorified political pamphlet.
The direction and cinematography? On point, I guess, if you're into that sort of aesthetic - making propaganda look pretty. And the music? It's there, doing its best to set the mood, bless its heart.
In short, if you're in the mood to indulge in a fantasy so detached from reality it needs its own zip code, and you love a good fictional tale masquerading as something profound - this flick's your ticket. Just, for the love of all things sensible, don't walk out of there thinking you've just been enlightened with the sacred truth. It's a ride, not a revelation.