“So, why did an entire generation get hooked to it? Well, that’s a question I suspect both Anirudh and Dhanush are tired of trying to answer, and perhaps trying to figure out too.”
The adulation, the rooting, the selfless connection was always reserved for the hero. The heroine could disappear after the cursory duet or two, but should the hero come into danger, all hell would break loose. BUT. This hasn’t been the case in recent Nayanthara films.
“Show two characters falling in love over a shared love for demonetisation. Show a character suffering from clinical depression till his Aadhaar gets delivered and cheers him up. Show a blind shopkeeper regaining his eyesight after the implementation of GST.”
The film is full of conversations — generally between two people — and mind you, these chats don’t always seek to propel the plot forward.
Indian wasn’t just about a man fighting corruption; it was the beautiful story of a flawed man being self-righteous enough to inflict great personal tragedies, if it meant doing what he thought was the right thing.