I may be ruined 
But may harm never touch my love

“Tell him I’ve taken to a life of crime.”

Wherein Rajamouli and Sudeep give us the decline of the Telugu super-villain; from effortlessly pulling and killing at will, to self-mummification and desperately seeking answers to life’s questions at the office of an entomologist.

“Have you lost your intelligence for the sweet talk of some white flamingos?”

postcolonial populism and Tamil nationalism feverishly channelling through Sivaji; peaking with a murderous Padmini slicing through a British tent, and Sivaji’s regal swagger as he walks to the noose