Thunder, lightening, corny graphics, a couple of rubber cobras, and I invoke
God's wrath by being this judgmental about the most seedy movie ever made in tinseltown.
It's havoc all the way as Gramadevata tries to spook the spots out of our eyes
by showcasing all the stuff that Kali movies are all about.
Normally Kali gets my vote for being the best goddess, the one who can kick backsides with an attitude that would make Stallone look like Salman sans the steroids. But in this movie all you see Her doing is morph in and out of a stone idol and opening and closing Her....