If only replacing characters and their language in a Hollywood story-line with desi context can make for an eligibility to be film-makers, then i’m afraid every Ta Ra Ma and Pa of our country will make a better film than the dudes who made Tara Rum Pum. An equally vitriolic note to the writer, who probably thought that not many desi junta have had access to the foreign films than him, or to be more precise, a movie called Cinderella Man.
It’s a real pain in the ass sitting through the long three hours, watching a few horrendous events unfolding. everything about this film is bad; so bad that it almost tempts you to curse the makers and sellers of this movie to rot in the rut, and demanding them be banned from the industry for a while, thus ensuring safety for thousands of movie-buffs.