If you take pure arithmetic into consideration, Mithun will be the most successful star on the horizon. The winner of three national awards was declared insane after he started acting in B-grade potboilers, where the same themes were repeated umpteen times. But when someone scrutinizes the business ploy of making a low-budget masala film and releasing it in the backwater theaters nation-wide, he always stands to make a profit.
This film too plays the same card. Mithun is a sissy laborer among many others working for a landlord who exploits them. When his very dear and more aggressive friend is killed trying to a stage a revolution, Mithun suddenly gets the guts to fight the landlord. He is proclaimed the leader of the masses and how he goes upon his mission forms the story.
As the film progresses, you come across the most jarring clichés that seem to
mock the viewer at his inanity of coming to see them over and over again - corrupt
cops, a buxom village belle who dances with uncle Mithun among hordes of fat extras,
the maa-beta senti etc. etc. etc. make you wonder what novelty means to these
guys.
If you want to add to the success of Mithun's business ploy, please grace the
seedy theater lying in one corner of the old city. If you were a student of Indian
cinema doing a thesis on stereotypes, this film would give you enough stuff to
complete your magna-cum-laude. The more lucky ones will look at the rating.