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Impressive Impressive, Simply Impressive
the entire desert scene, the stunts, the scale and extent of destruction - all impressive
but i am nothing if i can't find humor in this mass scale border massacre, so here it is
Awright girls, get packing...I am booking my tickets to Birpur - there is an airport there I hope. I need to get there fast and help Rudra Pratap Ranawat heal. I can't see the man in pain and slashed and cut and hurt and bruised and what not. If you are interested, pm me, and we do a group booking to India, we might even get a discount if we are group of 50 or more. Some friends may not get Visa but you can send us your loving messages and I will personally deliver it to Rudra in his bed. Promise. If you want to send him kisses, licks, caresses, please do, I will deliver them.
We begin with the barathis,who start the blood bath and from what I can see, there is no sign of Aman, alive or dead. That ends that.
But the evil men are not satisfied with the bloody massacre and the millions of dollars in their suitcases. No sir. they have to rub it in before they leave.
They obviously forgot to pack Toilet Paper, and Kaka sa has the grand idea of using the flag as as substitute to clean the caked camel dung under the shoes. Our hero cannot bear the thought and if that wasn't inspiring enough, Lata ji squeaks out the Vanday Mathram, hip hop remix version with full gusto. That gets our man moving, no thanks to the dozen boiled eggs and a full glass of horlicks he downed in the morning for breakfast.
The entire action had me so charged with patriotism that I ordered 20 packs of flags on Amazon and now I am not sure what I will do with them. Perhaps, hand them out as party favors.
After gravity defying stunts and breaking many bones, our all macho Rudra heads to kaka sa. If Rudra were not so weak, Kaka sa would not be hanging on top of a gun, rather he would have the gun inside him from the hind quarters.
Mharo Hiwda was doing so many Kulatis with the hero, every bullet, every break, every hurt and I kept praying hard with my rudraksha Jai Ma Trisula, Jai Ma Trisula, Jai Ma Trisula, don't break the consumashum bone of my jigar ka tukda, baaki sub can go tukda tukda
Worried that he may never get that consumashun, Varun labors to push the cart with the camel and the girl and the money. He appeals to rudra to let him have his consumashun.
Rudra is mad as hell that he has every last bone in his body broken, except Jai Ma Trisula ki, his consumashun haddi still seems to be intact. He has been saving it for the sleeping beauty, so how in the god's world can Rudra, the three-part-name macho-wonderboy, ever, ever, ever let Varun touch the virginal beauty? Not in this lifetime.
Varun figures if he doesn't escape, he will have not be alive to have a consumashun, EVER, na rahega "baans" na bajegi "basuri", so he ditches his facade and uses Paro as a cover.
Our sleeping beauty sleeps through the climax of the cinema, only to wake up at the wrong scene and grandly misunderwears Rudra forever. And MU done!
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