Naveen rao

The movie pregnant with a gush of images, symbolisms flows unflinchingly against the bulwarks of new-and-old values. It shocks us at the tortuous and torturous dissatisfaction of our mundane life. Our horrid libido consumes us ruthlessly by and by to the dregs if we suppress what is within. Our life is naught but a pit of hollow. Feministic sensibilities are placidly evoked. It's a kaleidoscopic flick.

It's a flate-failure flick and utterly nonsensical replete with some ludic, sordid and squalid jokes. Silly love, elongated mystery of Ravi shankar's life and his retaliation and Sadhu's interference for nothing in the middle are absolutely absurd. Ashika's glamour is simply misappropriated for seductive motives. Viewers will loose their money, time, cinematic taste if they watch it. I don't know why these good actors accept these kind of scripts and damage their own image themselves. Except The song sung by Mehboob the rest of the songs simply drill the heads of Viewers. Penultimately Rambo 2 is repulsive.