The first few moments of Bahubali felt kind of familiar, and not necessarily in a good way. You see, the first couple of minutes do exactly what you expect of a commercial Bollywood movie. You'll get the song and chorus, a shot of the hero and heroine, cut to a massive crowd and, finally get to the point. There are no thrills or great high points, but there's a great average middle. Bahubali pulls the exact same tricks out of the bag at regular intervals, never getting the audience to the point until it pulls a fool of a stunt and shocks you with some great display of special effects and hypnotic action.
That's the first and most obvious sign that things aren't going to go well. They always do. Before this film has even begun, it's giving the impression that it will be your usual potpourri of the latest, greatest things we've seen in recent times: epic music, it's enormous cast, a lot of hammy acting, and a predictable plot.
Bahubali works in extremely similar ways to Hollywood movies. You know what you're getting into next few minutes in. The first setup alone is enough to establish the dynamics of the dynamic duo. It looks like a generic setup to the point that the plot doesn't even have room to breathe.
We're treated to a stereotypical hero and heroine, in quest of some unknown objective. Now you know that this objective will be made up from whole cloth. Even a reasonably competent script writer would have a hard time inventing something as glaringly lame as the plot of Bahubali.
Before the halfway point, there's not one emotional element in sight. Our dynamic duo are just individuals swept up in a flood of testosterone. Everything is unimpressive, unmemorable, and uninteresting. d2c66b5586