The first part is a fresh and sweet romance. The hero and heroine meet, fall in love and then get married. Beautiful and romantic, it looks like a documentary on the wedding scene. But two blind men, who can dance so well, and can pitch the ball aloud, hit the bullseye again and again. How can this make people who are not blind suffer...
Later, it was combined with the reality of India, and the style of painting began to change. It turned into a tragic documentary. The heroine was raped by two beards. With the protection of government members, the uncle of the male protagonist has no way to seek justice, nor can he protect the female protagonist. The heroine was raped again and eventually hanged herself.
Then came the revenge session. The male protagonist first went to the police station to give a ruthless message to commit a perfect crime. These police officers have a vegetarian meal, and let them also experience the pain of having nowhere to file a grievance!
Then suddenly it turned into a bloody crime flick. The male protagonist simulates the voice to call around and alienate the opponent. Then ask the perpetrator and the protective umbrella one by one out of the Imperial City pk. Not to mention that analog sounds are unreliable, criminals don't wear gloves, and there are no fingerprints. This stage of the blind man fighting is really unheard of, unseen.
Overall it felt like eating a bowl of curry rice. A mix of flavours, authentic Indian flavours, singing and dancing crime revenge. But the blind uncle who is too omnipotent and the yy-style revenge plot make this film seem illusory and unrealistic. In view of this, it may be more appropriate to call the film "Love, Death and Indians".
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