Casp Mct

A cliché-ridden, laughably violent, tedious waste of pixels. as for the 'cultural' significance, this film should be equally offensive to anyone from the subcontinent. or anywhere else. it's every cheap kung-fu knock-off done with bollywood-style histrionics. how many flashbacks to the hero's childhood do we need? how many 'getting fit' montages? how many smoking, sneering villains, enlightened spiritual elders muttering metaphors in the lotus position? how many gold-hearted prostitutes? Evil police chief, anyone? complete with a telltale signet ring that triggers a recovered memory from the hero's defining tragedy? we've all seen it a million times, and in just two hours, i feel like i just saw it million more.