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Why Ugramm is one of the greatest Gangster movies ever made

(I added "in KFI" at the end of the title and then deleted it, because in my opinion, some of the best Gangster flicks made in Kannada have been some of the best I've watched)


For one, it is a timeless modern classic. Seriously you could come back to this in, say five years, and it will still manage to blow you away (trust me, I know what i'm talking about here). You guys remember Om? Well this is in that league, only sexier. The movie is faster, edgier and sleeker than any you have seen in KFI.

The movie grabs you by the collar and pulls you right in. No foreplay, no caressing, you get right into the good parts. After the initial high, the audience is allowed to breath a little. Just when you are getting comfortable, you are taken through another roller coaster ride. Getting two songs back to back was a good thing. One does not have to worry about the break in narration by songs until after the interval, and even then the song fits right in (Ugramm Veeram \m/). Loved how a number of sub plots blend in to make the main story. Fast inter-cuts keep the movie moving at a break neck pace. Blink and you miss. The fight sequences are exemplary. The climax fight alone is worth all the ticket price, and more. The movie is completely testosterone driven. I hope this becomes a new bench mark for all action flicks hence forth.

What's more interesting is the attention to little details. The portrayal of the stark differences between the protagonist and the antagonists, is nothing short of brilliance (I am so tempted to tel you what it is, but I won't). The Asvamedhayaga reference is cute. And that thing at the climax, stares at you in your face! I would have missed it if my friend hadn't pointed it out. This is what differs Ugramm form the regular run of the mill langu- machhu filams.

Some feel that Ravi Basur's score was a little too loud. True, but it was awesome. "Too much of a good thing is never bad". Cinematography is something everyone's raving about- it lives up to the expectations. It's had two cinematographers- Ravi Varman and Bhuvan Gowda, hard to say which one's which. Looking forward to watching more from both.

Some have shown their discontent over the quantity of violence in the movie and have used scary words like "blood bath" (that just brings to me images of Carrie) to describe said violence. Well, let me tell you this- there is no visible blood on screen until after the interval. And even when there is blood, it is nothing compared to the blood fountain in Tarantino's flicks or even Carrie.

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