Thug Life

I didn't expect this from the goated combo at all. Why just why did they have to disappoint us to this extent. Ts so bad that I who had never shared a review had to vent it out right now coz it made me doubt my life's purpose and question my existence while watching this. Seriously... Never putting my trust and never getting my hopes up for any other movies anymore.

Bruh just retire ffs. Have you guys not hoarded enough? Just give way for new gen talents. That would be the biggest help Kamal and Mani saar could do to the betterment of tamil cinema. Consider it rude or whatever but I don't care. I'm too fed up. This is absolutely garbage.

Mani Ratnam and Kamal Haasan's much-awaited Thug Life tells the story of a gangster and the drama that unfolds around his empire, exploring themes of manipulation, greed, power politics, and betrayal. The film carries Mani Ratnam's signature frames, but the distinctive Mani touch in storytelling is noticeably absent. The first half delivers a good, though predictable, gangster narrative. However, it's the second half where the film begins to unravel, with a screenplay that feels scattered and incoherent. The execution starts to resemble Indian 2. The action sequences, which were grounded in the first half, suddenly become excessive and, to be honest, somewhat illogical. AR Rahman's music and score elevate the film, adding the right aura around Kamal Haasan's character. The cinematography is another technical standout.

Kamal Haasan shines as an actor, but the weak character writing in the second half dulls the overall impact of his performance. STR provides good support, but again, the second half fails to do justice to his role. Trisha is decent, though her scenes with Kamal feel awkward and out of place. The North Indian supporting cast is just passable, with mostly clichéd roles. Abhirami and Joju George stand out among the supporting actors, while Nassar's performance feels sub-par. Overall, the film derails in its second half and doesn't quite feel like a Mani Ratnam creation. The nuances are present, the sets are meticulously staged, but ultimately, it ends up as a below-average gangster drama.

OVERALL 2.15/10.

Thug Life fails to live up to its hype, offering a predictable and disjointed narrative that lacks both emotional depth and originality. Despite Kamal Haasan's presence, the film suffers from weak writing, uninspired performances, and dialogues that feel forced rather than impactful. The pacing is uneven, dragging in places where it should thrill, and the action sequences, instead of adding excitement, come off as exaggerated and unconvincing. Visually underwhelming and poorly edited, the film lacks the grit and intensity one expects from a crime drama. Ultimately, Thug Life is a missed opportunity that leaves no lasting impression-neither entertaining nor meaningful.

Let me start with a quote from Ulaganayagan Kamal Haasan himself:

"When mediocrity has been set as standard, rubbish is acceptable. Acceptable becomes extraordinary; and extraordinary becomes genius."

Yeah, Thug Life is beyond mediocrity and an undeniable career nadir for all involved!

This quote, uttered by the very man whose name graces the poster of Thug Life, serves as a cruel, ironic harbinger of what's to come. You see Kamal Haasan and Atman Silambarasan's names, and a tiny, foolish hope sparks in your heart. You think, "How can this film not be good?" And then you get this... rubbish!

It's not the absolute worst film ever made, but that quote, man, that quote just hits you in the face. All these big names, all this supposed "talent," teaming up. It should have been a novelty. Instead, it felt like some old sugar daddy ego trip between Kamal and Simbu, gushing over Trisha "Maami."

What the hell happened to Mani Ratnam? His schtick is so worn out. His movies these days have these weird, pathetic patterns, especially with the scandalous MANI affairs. Is he secretly living out his suppressed fantasies through his films?

And don't even get me started on the female characters. Trisha was total misfit, sounding like an utterly wasted side dish at a local bar. If she thinks she's ready for a gritty role like a femme fatale, or sex worker, she needs to spend some time in a beginner's acting class hit up YouTube and just study Anushka Shetty in Vaanam on repeat until she gets it. Well, Abhirami looked like she was mentally checked out.

The main reason I kept watching was, obviously, the cast. Both Kamal and Simbu are known as the godfathers of loquaciousness, reeking of solipsism (though STR has chilled out a bit lately).

My expectations were already six feet under, because I've never been a fan of Mani Ratnam's watered-down nonsense. He's made two or three decent ones, but most of his dozen-plus movies are stale, over-hyped duds. Who's keeping this guy relevant? The "elite film bros" who watch mainstream Thai arthouse or French New Wave and think anything with a "HONG SANG ZOOOOM" is KINO? He's still around because of these dumb bozos who hype him up. They're like a cult performing last rites for his career, claiming he's just "evolving."

Even the rest of the cast and crew's talent felt wasted. It was all so fake. I knew it right away from the initial scene where Nassar's daughter pregnant by some wannabe rockstar singing "liberty, liberty, liberty" like he's about to drop a Rage Against the Machine anthem? Gimme a break. Then she commits suicide, and of course, there's a Jim Morrison poster in her room. Seriously? What a poser's farewell. And these "elite bozos" think they're so cultured, flaunting their cheap bootleg shirts - Metallica, Bob Marley, Morrison, Slipknot, Linkin Park, Iron Maiden, Beatles... all that tired mainstream garbage. "Hotel California" levels of basic.

The first half fleeting moments had its moments of sanity, which were, ironically, the only good parts. Even the thematic elements in the first half felt nice, with Shakthivel (Kamal) haunted by death, betrayal, guilt. This could have been so nice if explored well. The opening B&W episode was good, a brief glimpse. And the way Amar (Simbu) tells Shakti about Mangai's marriage proposal was staged well. For a second, the first half felt good with characters brewing distrust, almost planning each other's demise. But then it just fizzled out. The callback to Cheetah's Vivegam in the interval is inevitable here.

I really wanted more dialogue-driven scenes, maybe like a real Jia Zhangke flick, not just street fight and less moco-bot mayhem. And yeah, I appreciated some of the conversations. But honestly, there was nothing deep enough to make me care about the characters or anything they were blabbering about.

The action scenes? At some points, the film seemed like WWE backyard fights coming straight out of a teenage boy's juvenile imagination. The background score was terrible, and the songs got chopped up so badly, it was annoying even to AR Rahman Kannis.

In the end, Thug Life fails at everything it tries to be. It's not gritty, shocking, real, dark, entertaining, or original. It's just Kamal and Simbu's ego trip, barely holding this sinking ship together with duct tape. This is just KUPPAI (trash)! Fed up.

When you name a film Thug Life, a name chosen by the masters of cinema and filmmakers, and that too using a culturally iconic term like Thug Life, it comes with expectations. The term represents how society mistreats or neglects certain groups. That neglect creates cycles of violence, trauma, and systemic failure that hurt everyone.

The term is often glorified or associated with pride and criminal life, but it carries a much deeper meaning. It is about survival. So naturally, you can imagine the expectations and feelings it invokes.

You need to know that I am an ardent Mani Ratnam fan. My cultural and artistic foundations were built on his films. I grew up in a world of films where he dominated. He was my icon. But revered icon or not, a spade has to be called a spade.

Thug Life felt like self-indulgent hero worship. The screenplay was extremely weak, with absolutely no plot or motivation. Sure, it was well-made in terms of production value, but that is all. Mani Ratnam is known for being a master storyteller who uses layered plot points to drive a narrative and evoke emotion. Here, it was almost appalling to see the same man rely so heavily on expositions, so many of them, even for useless points. It felt insulting to a point.

Kamal probably had his fill. Like I said, this felt like self-indulgence, coming hot off Indian 2. If anyone gave a truly memorable performance, it was the women in the film. All of them except Trisha...and that is no fault of hers.

The only two saving graces were the cinematography and A. R. Rahman's music. Rahman went god level with the score.

It makes me so uncomfortable to say this, but this has got to be Mani Ratnam's worst film ever in terms of storytelling and narrative. I need to go watch Nayakan, Aayutha Ezhuthu, and Kannathil Muthamittal again to recover.