10/10 because it's not just a movie. It's a goddamn experience
VROOM! SCREECH..!! Okay, focus, Abhimanyu, focus-wait, no, I'm not him, but 'damn', this movie makes me feel like I'm strapped into that car, tearing through the night, my pulse hammering like a techno beat. 'Crazxy' -what a title, what a RUSH! Sohum Shah, you mad genius, you're not just driving, you're piloting a rocket ship of emotion, suspense, and gut-punch twists. Ten stars? Nah, I'd give it eleven if IMDb let me.
Picture this: I'm gripping the wheel, my phone's screaming-'RING! RING!'-it's my ex, my boss, my crush, and some shadowy voice demanding five crores. Five CRORES! And my kid-my kid's out there, somewhere, and I'm stuck in this metal cage on wheels, dodging traffic and my own demons. That's 'Crazxy'. It's me, you, all of us, trapped in a pressure cooker of a plot that doesn't let up. Girish Kohli, you're a maniac with a camera, and I love you for it. The way you keep it all in the car-claustrophobic, suffocating, REAL-genius. Pure genius.
Sohum Shah? He's not acting; he's LIVING. Every bead of sweat, every curse under his breath, every flicker of guilt in his eyes-I felt it in my bones. He's a surgeon, a screw-up, a dad, a man unraveling, and he carries this whole damn film solo. No co-stars, just voices-Shilpa Shukla's sultry taunts, Nimisha Sajayan's raw pain, Piyush Mishra's barking orders. It's like they're ghosts in my head, haunting me, pushing me to the brink. And that scene-oh, you KNOW the one-where he's changing a tire AND guiding a surgery over the phone? I was screaming, "HOW?! HOW DOES HE DO IT?!" My heart's still racing.
The cinematography-'WHOA'. Sunil Borkar and Kuldeep Mamania, you wizards, you make every headlight, every raindrop, every flicker of Delhi's chaos pop like a Tarantino fever dream. Jesper Kyd's score? It's my pulse, my panic, my everything. And those Amitabh Bachchan nods-Sarkar's dialogue as a ringtone, Inquilab's roar in the climax? 'Chef's kiss'. It's like Big B himself is riding shotgun, whispering, "Keep going, beta."
Look, I'm swerving through plot twists now, and I won't spoil 'em-'HONK!'-but trust me, this film's got more curves than a mountain road. It's a thriller, sure, but it's also a gut-wrenching dive into guilt, redemption, and what it means to be a parent. That climax? Teary-eyed, floored, picking my jaw off the floor. It's not perfect-some logic gets lost in the rearview mirror-but who cares when you're this invested?
'Crazxy' is a middle finger to boring Bollywood. It's bold, it's bonkers, it's a one-man show that feels like a hundred. Watch it. Feel it. Live it. I'm giving it 10/10 because it's not just a movie-it's a goddamn experience. Now, excuse me, I need to catch my breath. 'SCREECH!'
Picture this: I'm gripping the wheel, my phone's screaming-'RING! RING!'-it's my ex, my boss, my crush, and some shadowy voice demanding five crores. Five CRORES! And my kid-my kid's out there, somewhere, and I'm stuck in this metal cage on wheels, dodging traffic and my own demons. That's 'Crazxy'. It's me, you, all of us, trapped in a pressure cooker of a plot that doesn't let up. Girish Kohli, you're a maniac with a camera, and I love you for it. The way you keep it all in the car-claustrophobic, suffocating, REAL-genius. Pure genius.
Sohum Shah? He's not acting; he's LIVING. Every bead of sweat, every curse under his breath, every flicker of guilt in his eyes-I felt it in my bones. He's a surgeon, a screw-up, a dad, a man unraveling, and he carries this whole damn film solo. No co-stars, just voices-Shilpa Shukla's sultry taunts, Nimisha Sajayan's raw pain, Piyush Mishra's barking orders. It's like they're ghosts in my head, haunting me, pushing me to the brink. And that scene-oh, you KNOW the one-where he's changing a tire AND guiding a surgery over the phone? I was screaming, "HOW?! HOW DOES HE DO IT?!" My heart's still racing.
The cinematography-'WHOA'. Sunil Borkar and Kuldeep Mamania, you wizards, you make every headlight, every raindrop, every flicker of Delhi's chaos pop like a Tarantino fever dream. Jesper Kyd's score? It's my pulse, my panic, my everything. And those Amitabh Bachchan nods-Sarkar's dialogue as a ringtone, Inquilab's roar in the climax? 'Chef's kiss'. It's like Big B himself is riding shotgun, whispering, "Keep going, beta."
Look, I'm swerving through plot twists now, and I won't spoil 'em-'HONK!'-but trust me, this film's got more curves than a mountain road. It's a thriller, sure, but it's also a gut-wrenching dive into guilt, redemption, and what it means to be a parent. That climax? Teary-eyed, floored, picking my jaw off the floor. It's not perfect-some logic gets lost in the rearview mirror-but who cares when you're this invested?
'Crazxy' is a middle finger to boring Bollywood. It's bold, it's bonkers, it's a one-man show that feels like a hundred. Watch it. Feel it. Live it. I'm giving it 10/10 because it's not just a movie-it's a goddamn experience. Now, excuse me, I need to catch my breath. 'SCREECH!'
- anishkharalia-35013
- 10 may 2025