Thug Life

Thug Life fails to live up to its hype, offering a predictable and disjointed narrative that lacks both emotional depth and originality. Despite Kamal Haasan's presence, the film suffers from weak writing, uninspired performances, and dialogues that feel forced rather than impactful. The pacing is uneven, dragging in places where it should thrill, and the action sequences, instead of adding excitement, come off as exaggerated and unconvincing. Visually underwhelming and poorly edited, the film lacks the grit and intensity one expects from a crime drama. Ultimately, Thug Life is a missed opportunity that leaves no lasting impression-neither entertaining nor meaningful.

Thug Life (2025) - 40%

One Of The Worst Films Of 2025... I Still Don't Want To Believe That Legends Mani Ratnam & Kamal Haasan Who Have Given Us The Masterpiece Nayakan Collaborated For Such A Film... What Had Happened To Them While Writing & Filming This One... Didn't They Felt What They Are Making? Also What An Actress Like Trisha Was Doing In The Film Is Beyond My Understanding... She Had Been Completely Wasted & Same Goes For Ali Fazal... A. R. Rahman's Music Is Good, But The Background Score Many A Times Doesn't Match The Visuals On Screen... The Character Of Silambarasan & Haasan Aren't Even Developed Properly & As A Result, You Do Not Connect With Them At Any Juncture In The Film... The Few Plus Points Apart From Music Are Cinematography & Action Blocks... Overall, This One's A Huge Disappointment... Avoid At All Cost.

Yep, this is the weakest storytelling I've ever seen in a Mani Ratnam film. Even Kadal and Kaatru Veliyidai come across as better (storytelling) efforts in comparison. What the heck happened to Kamal Haasan? Just because Vikram worked, he's decidedly gone the "action hero" route, playing roles with zero emotional depth or connect. Rangaraya Sakthivel is a cardboard cutout, and so is the entire bunch of characters that revolve around him. The actors (Simbu and Joju George, especially) try their best to rise above the wafer-thin script, offering mild hopes in the first half. But you're in for the most generic revenge-action-drama in the second.

The action blocks (choreographed by Anbariv) are not individually terrible -- in fact, there are a couple of standout attempts, such as a train station fight and a car chase that concludes at the Red Fort, which are quite exciting. ARR's score was really oscillating both ways -- solid as well as subpar (the whole snow sequence had me cringing like hell). Some of the songs are good too, like Jinguchaa, adding a little zing to the overall dull proceedings. Anju Vanna Poove is such a nice track, but the way the film incorporates bits and pieces of it in a scattered way didn't win me over.

Thug Life starts solidly, with a well-done flashback sequence presented in monochrome. The de-aging work is appreciable too; I'm almost sensing a pattern here. In films that get the de-aging process right, the rest of the VFX (like an avalanche sequence) is often so shoddy. The characterizations of Indrani (Trisha), Amar (Simbu), and Dr. Anna (Aishwarya Lekshmi) only look fascinating on the surface. Deep down, they're all one-note with a specific purpose to fulfill.

DoP Ravi K Chandran offers some spectacular frames, though sadly, the film's screenplay doesn't do justice. I'm really appalled by (National Award Winner) Sreekar Prasad's edit work in the film; there's hardly any connective tissue between scenes. Everything is simply stacked together, with no sense of emotional understanding. The larger blame definitely goes to the script (co-written by Ratnam and Haasan), but still. What was even that embarrassment of a climax? Gosh.

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.

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.