If you are watching the first day's first show of Kalyan Ram's latest, you are lucky. There is more entertainment happening off-screen than there is on. When your mind reaches a state of buzzing anaesthesia after 20 minutes of flashes of computer-aided violence, you begin to notice how the whole of last month's newspapers are floating in the air in ticket-sized shreds, thrown up by roisterous fans.
Only, that's about it. If we took the cudgel and walloped the metaphorical bush right in the middle, we would have to say that Asaadhyudu is a big bunch of tripe. That the one star in....