Thug Life

The story is actually pretty good, but man, the screenplay really doesn't do it justice. Most of the scenes feel dull-some are okay, and only a few are actually good. It's just not that engaging overall.

Kamal Haasan, as much as we all love him, just doesn't sell the action scenes this time. Sorry, but he's not exactly convincing when the punches start flying.

Trisha is a total disappointment. She looks amazing, and she acts really well too. But her character? Let's just say the writing didn't do her any favours; her character arc is poorly written.

Simbhu? Gave his best. Abhirami, Joju, Nazar, Ashok Selvan and the rest are wasted, but Aishwarya Lakshmi stands out.

The cinematography and music? Top-notch. The sound effects and mixing are also really well done.

Production values are fancy, and the VFX and de-aging tech look pretty decent too.

And of course, Maniratnam shows us once again why he's the master in Direction but this is his weakest work till date.

Don't expect high octane stunts, too much violence, over-the-top music, or a super fast pace-it's a clumsy mix of commercial and artsy.

When you name a film Thug Life, a name chosen by the masters of cinema and filmmakers, and that too using a culturally iconic term like Thug Life, it comes with expectations. The term represents how society mistreats or neglects certain groups. That neglect creates cycles of violence, trauma, and systemic failure that hurt everyone.

The term is often glorified or associated with pride and criminal life, but it carries a much deeper meaning. It is about survival. So naturally, you can imagine the expectations and feelings it invokes.

You need to know that I am an ardent Mani Ratnam fan. My cultural and artistic foundations were built on his films. I grew up in a world of films where he dominated. He was my icon. But revered icon or not, a spade has to be called a spade.

Thug Life felt like self-indulgent hero worship. The screenplay was extremely weak, with absolutely no plot or motivation. Sure, it was well-made in terms of production value, but that is all. Mani Ratnam is known for being a master storyteller who uses layered plot points to drive a narrative and evoke emotion. Here, it was almost appalling to see the same man rely so heavily on expositions, so many of them, even for useless points. It felt insulting to a point.

Kamal probably had his fill. Like I said, this felt like self-indulgence, coming hot off Indian 2. If anyone gave a truly memorable performance, it was the women in the film. All of them except Trisha...and that is no fault of hers.

The only two saving graces were the cinematography and A. R. Rahman's music. Rahman went god level with the score.

It makes me so uncomfortable to say this, but this has got to be Mani Ratnam's worst film ever in terms of storytelling and narrative. I need to go watch Nayakan, Aayutha Ezhuthu, and Kannathil Muthamittal again to recover.

This gangster movie is full of wonderful locations, sets, songs, visuals, bgm but if you're not a Kamal Hassan fan there's little for you to empathize with.

Mani Ratnam's trade mark dialogues and ARR's pumped up score do add a lot of sizzle to this stylish gangster movie. Simbu gives a rooted performance that has complex emotions to act upon.

The cinematography and editing are fantastic especially in the song sequences that are slickly intercut with action.

The action itself is visceral and after a point a little exhausting rather than exhilarating. Maybe it's intentional. Maybe it's meant to remind us that all violence is eventually futile.

It's not preachy though and that's a saving grace. The emotions run by very quickly and have too little an impact to carry the core of the movie through while it's clawing its way out of a revenge saga.

There's no lack of back stabbing analogies from the Mughals to the Mahabharata. But the love stories in this movie are the weakest links in it unfortunately. Especially given how much as a Mani Ratnam fan you expect this fairytale romance out of his movies. If only he spent a little more time on them to make us feel something when the love falls prey to violence it would have been the masterpiece that I was expecting from this duo.

Still worth your time. A little more heart would have made it great.

I recently watched *Thug Life*, the much-anticipated film by Kamal Haasan, and I must say it was a bold and visually rich experience that left a lasting impression. The movie, directed by Mani Ratnam, marks a significant collaboration between the two legends after decades, following their iconic film *Nayakan*. Naturally, expectations were sky-high, and while the film might not be flawless, it delivers in many important ways, particularly in terms of performances, music, and visual storytelling.

The story follows Rangaraya Sakthivel Nayakkar, played by Kamal Haasan, as he navigates through the dark and dangerous underworld. The plot carries a mix of political tension, emotional weight, and gangster drama. Although the storyline occasionally slows down and some scenes feel unnecessarily stretched, the core of the narrative remains gripping. What kept me engaged throughout the film was the depth of the characters and the layered storytelling. Mani Ratnam has a distinct way of blending personal struggle with broader societal issues, and that style is evident here too, although the emotional impact isn't as strong as some of his earlier works.

Kamal Haasan, as always, delivers a compelling performance. His portrayal of Sakthivel is nuanced and grounded, showing both vulnerability and strength. Watching him carry such a complex character with effortless grace reminded me why he's considered one of the finest actors in Indian cinema. However, I think the real standout of the film is Silambarasan TR. He brings a raw, energetic presence to the screen that perfectly balances Kamal Haasan's more composed and introspective character. It's been said that Silambarasan performed some of the major action sequences despite health challenges, which makes his performance even more commendable. Trisha Krishnan also plays her role well, adding a strong emotional element to the story, though I wish her character had been given more depth and screen time.

One of the strongest elements of *Thug Life* is its cinematography. The visuals are striking, with gritty streets, moody lighting, and well-framed action sequences that bring the gangster world to life. The cinematographer, Ravi K. Chandran, does an excellent job of creating a dark and immersive atmosphere that complements the film's tone. Each frame feels carefully crafted, which helped maintain my interest even during slower parts of the story. The production design is equally impressive, with every detail-from costumes to set design-contributing to the film's gritty realism.

A. R. Rahman's music is another major highlight. The background score adds emotional weight to critical scenes, and the songs, especially "Jinguchaa" and "Sugar Baby," stay with you even after the film ends. Rahman knows how to match his music to a film's tone perfectly, and in *Thug Life*, he creates a soundscape that is both haunting and powerful.

As for the reception, the film seems to have drawn mixed reactions. Some viewers were blown away by the performances and technical brilliance, while others felt that the narrative didn't quite live up to the hype. I can understand both perspectives. For me, while the screenplay could have been tighter and the emotional connection stronger, the overall experience was still memorable. The opening day collections were solid, reflecting the strong anticipation surrounding the film.

In conclusion, *Thug Life* may not be a perfect film, but it's a well-crafted, intense gangster drama with standout performances and rich visuals. Kamal Haasan and Silambarasan TR are both excellent, and Mani Ratnam's direction shines in many scenes, even if the pacing could have been improved. If you enjoy gritty crime dramas and appreciate strong acting and top-notch cinematography, this movie is definitely worth watching.

Let me start with a quote from Ulaganayagan Kamal Haasan himself:

"When mediocrity has been set as standard, rubbish is acceptable. Acceptable becomes extraordinary; and extraordinary becomes genius."

Yeah, Thug Life is beyond mediocrity and an undeniable career nadir for all involved!

This quote, uttered by the very man whose name graces the poster of Thug Life, serves as a cruel, ironic harbinger of what's to come. You see Kamal Haasan and Atman Silambarasan's names, and a tiny, foolish hope sparks in your heart. You think, "How can this film not be good?" And then you get this... rubbish!

It's not the absolute worst film ever made, but that quote, man, that quote just hits you in the face. All these big names, all this supposed "talent," teaming up. It should have been a novelty. Instead, it felt like some old sugar daddy ego trip between Kamal and Simbu, gushing over Trisha "Maami."

What the hell happened to Mani Ratnam? His schtick is so worn out. His movies these days have these weird, pathetic patterns, especially with the scandalous MANI affairs. Is he secretly living out his suppressed fantasies through his films?

And don't even get me started on the female characters. Trisha was total misfit, sounding like an utterly wasted side dish at a local bar. If she thinks she's ready for a gritty role like a femme fatale, or sex worker, she needs to spend some time in a beginner's acting class hit up YouTube and just study Anushka Shetty in Vaanam on repeat until she gets it. Well, Abhirami looked like she was mentally checked out.

The main reason I kept watching was, obviously, the cast. Both Kamal and Simbu are known as the godfathers of loquaciousness, reeking of solipsism (though STR has chilled out a bit lately).

My expectations were already six feet under, because I've never been a fan of Mani Ratnam's watered-down nonsense. He's made two or three decent ones, but most of his dozen-plus movies are stale, over-hyped duds. Who's keeping this guy relevant? The "elite film bros" who watch mainstream Thai arthouse or French New Wave and think anything with a "HONG SANG ZOOOOM" is KINO? He's still around because of these dumb bozos who hype him up. They're like a cult performing last rites for his career, claiming he's just "evolving."

Even the rest of the cast and crew's talent felt wasted. It was all so fake. I knew it right away from the initial scene where Nassar's daughter pregnant by some wannabe rockstar singing "liberty, liberty, liberty" like he's about to drop a Rage Against the Machine anthem? Gimme a break. Then she commits suicide, and of course, there's a Jim Morrison poster in her room. Seriously? What a poser's farewell. And these "elite bozos" think they're so cultured, flaunting their cheap bootleg shirts - Metallica, Bob Marley, Morrison, Slipknot, Linkin Park, Iron Maiden, Beatles... all that tired mainstream garbage. "Hotel California" levels of basic.

The first half fleeting moments had its moments of sanity, which were, ironically, the only good parts. Even the thematic elements in the first half felt nice, with Shakthivel (Kamal) haunted by death, betrayal, guilt. This could have been so nice if explored well. The opening B&W episode was good, a brief glimpse. And the way Amar (Simbu) tells Shakti about Mangai's marriage proposal was staged well. For a second, the first half felt good with characters brewing distrust, almost planning each other's demise. But then it just fizzled out. The callback to Cheetah's Vivegam in the interval is inevitable here.

I really wanted more dialogue-driven scenes, maybe like a real Jia Zhangke flick, not just street fight and less moco-bot mayhem. And yeah, I appreciated some of the conversations. But honestly, there was nothing deep enough to make me care about the characters or anything they were blabbering about.

The action scenes? At some points, the film seemed like WWE backyard fights coming straight out of a teenage boy's juvenile imagination. The background score was terrible, and the songs got chopped up so badly, it was annoying even to AR Rahman Kannis.

In the end, Thug Life fails at everything it tries to be. It's not gritty, shocking, real, dark, entertaining, or original. It's just Kamal and Simbu's ego trip, barely holding this sinking ship together with duct tape. This is just kuppai (trash)! Fed up.