Anjaneyulu is like that little complimentary cricket bat that health drink companies give you - you're not going to sit and play with a bat that small, or even with one made of plastic, but you're going to keep it anyway because it has a photocopy of Sachin's signature on it. Little plastic bats sell because you like Sachin.
So when Ravi Teja's just broken someone's bones and left them jutting out of the poor guy's limbs, you know our man's coming up with one hell of a line in the next few seconds. And that's how you actually reach the end of Anjaneyulu. Which, by itself, is like a ....