Rajamouli is a masala filmmaker of the highest calibre. Time and again, he makes you wait for the moments of heroism—for the crests—and even though you know they are coming at you, you can’t help but be blown away when they do.
I suppose you have to be grateful that the second half is at least generally devoid of attempts at humour. Small mercies.
If there is one thing that can be said beyond doubt, it is that Kattappa is loyal to Mahishmathi, like Bheeshma to Hastinapura.
The heroine, Rathi (Catherine Tresa), is no different. Her way of flirting is to draw Kadamban’s attention to a couple of snakes that are mating at a distance. Don’t ask me how I know this, but what the film shows to be mating is actually two male snakes performing a combat ritual. But that’s the least of Kadamban’s problems.
It’s generally believed that all the good ideas are taken. But if Colossal is any indication, apparently not.
Today, when I walk on the sets of my films, I sometimes hear assistant directors talking about me with the same reverence I had for other directors. It’s a great joy.
A new generation of filmmakers will write their stories without the assumption that the protagonist is a male, without the assumption that a female role attains fulfillment when she finds a partner.