Remember Amitabh’s screen-entrance in Trishul? Dynamite blasts. Dusty boots deliberately emerge from the cloud. The camera traces the lanky frame up to the source of that remarkable voice, lingering on the careless clothes and the languid bidi.
Some things have changed. Amitabh now enters in a Mercedes. Smokes Cuba’s finest. Dresses in pinstripes. But the voice is still the same. And, thank God, his acting is still like it was.
The story? Violence. Revenge. Violence. A little bit of sex appeal. Violence. Revenge. Violence. Revenge. Pathos. Revenge. And ....