The patriotic fervour in the climax brings a lump to the throat. The music is a let-down as is the Shraddha-Varun-Lauren Gottlieb love triangle. Like most dance movies (made in the West or Bollywood), the malady we are hit with is that while the dancing is professional, the writing is amateur. Vishnu is also an alcoholic and an insulting bad-ass but Suresh sees as their ticket to the stars. They meet Vishnu (Prabhudheva) Indias answer to Michael Jackson, who speaks more Tamil than Hindi even in a Bollywood film. ![]() Their journey starts with a local competition, where they are booed out because they have plagiarised their act. ![]() ![]() However, this true-blue 3D dance film that serves us energy and verve while hip-hopping, dishes out a stale plot.
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