Satruvu

When the director of Satruvu got the script in his hands, his first thoughts were undoubtedly: this story must be executed and fast. But times were hard and if he waited for a good script to show up he might as well throw himself on the railway tracks and save time. Besides, the producer seemed gung-ho about it. What the hell, he thought, let’s stuff this turkey already. And that, my friends, was how Satruvu was born. How it died is an equally riveting tale that can be witnessed at a theatre near you.

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