Siddhant Chaturvedi’s film is relentlessly violent
A boy born angry – very, very angry – grows up to be a young man with a tendency to fly off the handle at the slightest pretext. He is expelled from school for almost killing a classmate. Years later, as an apprentice cadet, he beats a man.
Welcome to the world of its eponymous hero warriorsA perpetual smoker whose revenge story begins in his mother’s womb. She died minutes before the boy was born. He carries the weight of that tragedy throughout the film though, not surprisingly, it’s only one-third of the way he learns about the circumstances of his birth.
Residual anger often explodes into all-consuming rage. This causes the orphan (played by Siddhanta Chaturvedi) a lot of pain and suffering. His well-wishers, colleagues of his dead police officer-father, have a hard time dealing with his bluster.
There are points when his foster-father Karthik Rathore (Gajraj Rao), his deceased father’s friend in the police force, all but abandons him. Another police officer, Rehman Siddiqui (Ram Kapoor), is always after the boy despite his innate reluctance to listen patiently to anyone.
Rehman’s daughter Nikhat (Malbika Mohanan) and warriors Go back to their childhood. Inevitably, the bond comes to the fore at the film’s commercial end, when the hero has his back to the wall and has no choice but to get out of the way.
After much running, was sent to a cadet training academy in Pune, warriors A group of civilians got into a violent clash before an annual ball on campus. He was court-martialed and jailed for nine months.
It’s not just his anger, everything about the young man is extreme. The prison to which he has been deported is “Desh ka sabse khatarnak jail“. It’s ruled by two rival gangs, one of which reports to the country’s most feared drug lord, Feroze (Raj Arjun). He brings out the worst – or the best – in him, depending on how he sees it.
Someone has the bright idea that the ballistic boy would do well to channelize all his anger in the service of the right cause – an anti-drug campaign. One thing leads to another, and the warriors find themselves in the middle of an all-out war triggered by the loss of a 5,000-kg cocaine shipment sent by a Chinese drug cartel.
warriors Feroze and his son Shafiq (Raghab Jual) have to fight to save Nikhat Siddiqui. Not that the bright lady, a brilliant student admitted to a European university on a full scholarship, needed any protection. When things threaten to get out of hand, she also acts like a seasoned pro.
warriorsWritten by Sridhar Raghavan, directed by Ravi Udyawar and produced by Farhan Akhtar (one of the film’s dialogue writers) and Ritesh Sidhwani, the film lacks no stretch of imagination and pace. It is laced with high-voltage action scenes dominated by blood and fire, electricity and explosions.
Trouble with warriors It never pauses for breath. It’s relentlessly violent – it’s certainly not for the faint of heart – but the firepower and constant crackle that the thriller deploys is never enough to raise its intensity to a point where it can hold and hold the audience’s interest for long periods of time. and click Start.
Making, of course, consistently chic and vigorous. Cinematographer J Pinak Oja lends the film a durable surface sheen that never ends even when the story veers into annoyingly predictable terrain. Editors Tushar Paresh and Anand Subaya do their bit to deliver a 142-minute warriors Their blood-red dissolves and a degree of speed with quick cuts when the situation demands.
However, no technical trading strategy, no matter how well used, can deliver warriors from its inequality. The film is static, sterile, stale and shallow, if always short of stupid. You never root for a troubled hero.
He is a brooding hunk with a lizard tattooed on his right shoulder. There is a story behind it. As a schoolboy, he rescues a lizard injured by his classmates, names the reptile Lizzie, and develops a deep bond with it. It’s a creature he’s attached to that’s taken away from him, leaving him thirsting for revenge.
The character is meant to spread fire and singe everything and everyone around him. He does exactly that, but the effects of his violent actions and the grief he endures are not permanent in nature. Boyish Siddhant Chaturvedi, his face an impenetrable mask that registers no emotion, does not exude the manic energy that made his paroxysms believable.
Revealing the important, the first comes at intervals of the film, delivered in imaginative ways that one can guess from a mile away. The revenge-seeking hero flits from one adversary to the next as his mission continues, uncovering each new secret.
The male lead’s chemistry with Malvika Mohanan (her first Hindi film) is weak. Constant attempts are made to raise the heat. They do not give desired results. The character Mohanan plays is a lonely woman (minus Shilpa Shukla’s cameo) in a male-dominated film where mother characters are conspicuous by their absence. So, he stands out.
The male protagonist’s mother dies before his birth, the heroine’s father is a widower, police-turned-politician Karthik Rathore appears to be single, and Shafiq, the grandson of a butcher and son of a drug dealer, operates in a dehumanizing domain where women do not exist.
Does Raghav Jual make a believable villain? Not quite. His antics are more amusing than terrifying. Like that, the image is more cold than hot.
