“Bastards of Bollywood” is not a film — it’s a three-hour-long betrayal circus where every character is a bigger chaalu than the last one. From start to finish, the movie is packed with double-crosses, fake friendships, and emotional speeches that feel more rehearsed than real. Every five minutes, someone hugs a character only to stab them in the back two scenes later. It’s like a reality show for betrayal, where the one who cheats the best wins screen time.
The storyline is so twisted that even Google Maps can’t track where it’s going. Characters flip sides faster than KRK changes his reviews after backlash. One minute, a guy is crying over his dead brother; next minute, he reveals he killed the brother. Another character pretends to be loyal, only to sell out his entire gang for ₹500 and a glass of cutting chai. Honestly, by the interval, even the audience is wondering, “Why am I here? Who am I rooting for? And where is the exit?”
Let’s talk about the acting — or should I say overacting Olympics 2025. The lead “bastard” performs like he’s auditioning for a daily soap: wide eyes, dramatic gasps, and slow claps after every betrayal. The second lead tries to be deep and mysterious but ends up looking constipated. Side characters exist only to be slapped, shot, or betrayed. The only performance that felt real was the waiter in the background who looked genuinely confused about why this film is even happening.
Dialogues are so loud and cringey, they deserve their own movie. Sample this: “You killed my dreams, now I’ll kill your reality.” Bro, calm down — you’re not Shakespeare, you’re a side villain in a C-grade script. Every scene has one mandatory monologue, followed by a betrayal, followed by sad music that tries to make the scene emotional… but ends up sounding like a rejected Saas-Bahu serial theme.
Music and background score? Total torture. For every betrayal, there’s a full background theme — sad piano, angry drums, and at least one unnecessary flashback. By the climax, the music director has recycled the same sad tune so many times, even the villain dies humming it. KRK says: “This film has more background music than brain cells!”
The climax is pure chaos — like a WhatsApp group fight, but with guns. Everyone dies. And I mean EVERYONE. Some get shot, some explode, one guy jumps off a cliff without explanation — probably because he saw the script. In the final scene, the hero kills the last villain and says something like, “Now justice is served.” Bro, justice was missing since the opening credits.
Final verdict: This is not cinema, this is cinematic abuse. “Bastards of Bollywood” is a lesson in how to waste a good budget, decent actors, and three hours of your precious life. Watching this movie feels like attending a toxic family reunion where everyone hates each other, but still insists on hugging. If betrayal had a mascot, it would be this movie — with a knife in one hand and a melodrama certificate in the other.
Rating: -2 out of 5.
Reason? Minus 1 for the film, and minus 1 for wasting my time.
Please watch only if your brain has been vaccinated against nonsense.
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