Sardar's violent legacy carries on through the personalities of his sons. Part two shoots us right back into the action, juggling the familial maneuverings, rivalries and allegiances to uncertain ends. You can almost feel the story hurdling towards its eventual finale, building layer upon layer at an impressive but controlled pace. Pagers, cell phones, real guns (not homemade), mirror sunglasses, shirts with big collars, weed, and a double-cross that we should have seen coming.
At one point, political patriarch Ramadhir tells his son that the only reason he is still alive is because he doesn't watch Bollywood films.