So you sat through Dhurandar thinking it was some bold, gripping cinema? Cute. Now imagine ripping out R Madhavan’s entire character, the glossy glorification of demonetization, the sly racism against indian Muslims, those cringey forced religious slogans, the nonstop congress trashing, the shameless bootlicking of bjp and Modi, and that suffocating over-the-top hyper-nationalism. Poof. What remains? Literally nothing. Just some “peak detailing” by director Dhar. Brutal, right? But that’s the tea.
Let’s be real — the film doesn’t have a plot, it has a playlist of propaganda hits. Yank R Madhavan’s charming hero act and the whole emotional core evaporates. Remove the demonetisation worship that turns a national disaster into chest-thumping glory and suddenly there’s no “message.” Erase the racist jabs at indian Muslims disguised as patriotism and the “us vs them” tension disappears.
Those forced religious slogans? Gone, along with the cheap emotional manipulation. The constant degrading of Congress? Without it, there’s no cartoon villain to boo. The bootlicking of BJP/Modi? Strip that away and the “inspirational” bits turn to dust. And that hyper-nationalism dialed to eleven? Kill it and the film has zero heartbeat.
Left behind? Only Dhar’s obsessive detailing — the sets, the shots, the little visual flourishes that scream “I tried really hard.” But here’s the kicker: fancy camera work can’t hide an empty script. Dhurandar isn’t storytelling. It’s a propaganda delivery system wearing a designer coat. Take away the agenda and you’re staring at a ghost. Peak detailing? Sure. Peak substance? Not even close.