testosterone packed melodrama this good is rare. bro tears, dad love/hate and some sibling rivalry. the men get to express themselves only in fistfights or sulk and scowl at each other. ‘brothers’ twisted the backstory around- gave us some mom issues and some kareena kapoor but kept the rest the same. the tear jerking didn't need amping up. tom hardy’s bruised swollen lips make him look like a sullen schoolboy.
more daddy issues with kamalhasan as a pasty faced cupcake in the early half just seems silly- especially when he wears neatly ironed matching matching clothes through the murders and the beatings. later on, he improves. all evil people have sex with prostitutes while the other women are the conscience of the film- the daughter and the mother. more male machismo bonding dictates the rest of the plots- with no self-reflexivity (same to same as ‘warrior’) the bombay recreations in out of focus (at least in the print i saw) blue grey wet muddy are fine enough- but for the hero’s shiny greased face are fine as long it is the slum or the stock shots of marine drive/ gateway / vt. the rest of the film- the funeral sequences, the courtroom stuff are so not mumbai that the spatial illusion falls flat- letting the film go too.
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