First, I have a confession to make: I hated KGF. Passionately, violently, madly hated it. I thought it was an all-out assault on the senses. It took me two days to muster the patience to finish the first part. And as for the second part? I don't think I have the stamina to press play on that one. Sorry to be so dramatic, but if you can't sit through my hyperbole, forget about sitting through a Prashanth Neel movie. Because Neel's aesthetic is, in a word: extra.
Salaar is all kinds of extra, too, but unlike the schizophrenic KGF, it is a far more classically-told saga. An electri....