Rudhramadevi
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There is literally this giant golden chariot crashing through a mud wall and Rana Daggubati is standing on top of it roaring at the sky with his hair flying everywhere while swords are just swinging in slow motion and people are getting tossed like ragdolls, and honestly it is so loud and chaotic that I spilled half my chai right on my keyboard. But to figure out why this huge buff warrior prince is screaming his head off in the middle of a dusty battlefield, we gotta go way back to the start of the movie where Anushka Shetty is running around as a little kid because her dad, played by Prakash Raj as King Ganapathi Deva, is stressed out because he has no sons to inherit the Kakatiya kingdom.
The priests tell the king that his newborn baby boy is cursed to bring ruin, but plot twist, the baby is actually a girl named Rudhramadevi, so the king decides to just lie to the entire empire and raise her as a boy named Rudradeva so nobody tries to invade or overthrow the throne. Fast forward a bunch of years and Anushka is suddenly all grown up, wearing these massive heavy turbans and golden armor, and she is out here doing sword fights and horse stunts while hiding her real gender from literally everyone except her dad and a couple of trusted people. The funny thing is, people talk about bollywood movies and hindi films having dramatic identity reveals, but here she is just riding horses and doing archery while everyone thinks she is a prince.
So then Rana Daggubati shows up as Gona Ganna Reddy, and let me tell you, this guy has the absolute wildest handlebar mustache you will ever see in your life, and he spends half his scenes twirling it while wearing these crazy leather vests and silver accessories that look like they came from a heavy metal concert. He is playing this rebel leader who is technically an outlaw but has a heart of gold, and he gets this ridiculous entry song where background dancers are jumping through hoops of fire and balancing pots on their heads while he does a little shoulder shimmy. It totally ruins the tension because two minutes earlier the king was crying about political betrayal, and then suddenly there is a massive pop song with flashing colored lights and backup dancers in neon silk.
Right after that song ends, the movie jumps into a million different subplots about evil ministers plotting treason behind the king's back, and there is this one specific background extra standing behind Prakash Raj in the royal court who is wearing a mint green headwrap and just blinking aggressively for five straight minutes without moving his head at all, and I couldn't stop staring at him. Anyway, people are whispering in dark corners, secret letters are getting passed around, and nobody trusts anybody, and then Ravi Teja suddenly shows up in a surprise cameo as Challana Reddy and he just fights a bunch of guys in a muddy courtyard for like three minutes before disappearing from the entire movie entirely.
Then we hit the interval block, which is basically the loudest part of the whole film where the main villain tries to stage a coup right during a public festival, and everything freezes on Rana screaming no as swords clash against stone pillars. That intermission card popped up on the screen and I had to go microwave some samosas because my brain was fried from all the shouting and war drums. When I came back, Madhumitha is crying in a temple, and Krishnam Raju is giving this super long dramatic speech about loyalty to the motherland while holding a broken shield.
The second half is basically just one giant battle sequence that doesn't stop for anything, and people are running across wooden bridges and shooting flaming arrows at elephants while horses are slipping in the mud. They are fighting the Yadava chieftains and Murari deva and all these other factions whose names got thrown out so fast I couldn't even take notes. Anushka gets trapped under a burning cart, but then she kicks it off her legs and jumps twelve feet into the air with two swords and starts spinning like a helicopter.
There is zero breathing room as troops clash in the valley and swords clang against shields in every single direction while the background score goes completely insane with heavy choir chanting. Rana gets stabbed in the shoulder, pulls the sword out, yells a punchline, and keeps swinging his mace like a total maniac. Anushka reveals her true identity to the stunned army right in the middle of the carnage, and instead of being mad that she tricked them for twenty years, the soldiers just start cheering even louder and charge forward.
The final showdown happens on a muddy cliffside where the main traitor cornered the royal family, and Anushka runs up behind him and drives her spear straight through his chest. She stands at the edge of the cliff as the sun breaks through the gray clouds and the entire army falls to their knees below her. She drops the spear into the dirt and stares out over the horizon as the screen violently cuts to black.
That sound design choice during the horse charges keeps grating on my nerves, this loud metallic thud that belongs in a Transformers picture rather than thirteenth-century Kakatiya warfare. If I'm honest, it pulls you right out of the historical immersion before the second reel even hits its stride. Gunasekhar wants to evoke a grand epoch of Telugu cinema, leaning hard into the sort of scale that usually gets exported to Bollywood markets as proof that regional studios can match Mumbai budgets, but the foley work betrays the artifice.
Anushka Shetty carries the weight of this production quite literally, armored in heavy metal breastplates that look genuinely punishing to wear through months of humid outdoor shoots. She plays the titular warrior queen who had to disguise herself as a man to secure her throne, a narrative conceit that requires a suspension of disbelief when she speaks in a deep, gravelly register that everyone around her somehow accepts without question. It’s hard work, all that horse riding and spear-throwing, and she commits to the physical demands even when the dialogue scenes grind to a halt under the combined weight of exposition and wooden delivery.
Prakash Raj wanders through the background as a scheming noble with the exact same smirk he has worn in forty other historical dramas, giving us precisely zero surprises. Then you have Ravi Teja showing up in a brief cameo that feels bolted on just to juice the poster art, grinning for the camera before vanishing into the dust of a battle sequence that was clearly shot on a different lot. Krishnam Raju brings a certain gravitas as the reigning monarch who sees the writing on the wall, though his scenes suffer from an edit that lingers a beat too long on reaction shots, leaving actors standing there blinking while the score swells to tell us how to feel.
Rana Daggubati fares better as Gona Ganna Reddy, striding onto the screen with a swagger that borrows a page from his Bhallaladeva playbook while injecting enough roguish charm to keep things moving. He delivers his lines with a theatrical punch that fits the larger-than-life tone Gunasekhar aims for across the board. When he shares the frame with Madhumitha, the energy picks up significantly, contrasting nicely with the more stoic, marble-statue posture Anushka is forced to maintain by the script.
The cinematography by Ajay Vincent alternates between sweeping drone shots of CGI fortresses and cramped studio interiors where the lighting flattens every texture. It often resembles the look of modern Hindi movies where every single frame has been scrubbed of natural grain during the color grading process. Maestro Ilaiyaraaja provides a score that tries desperately to stitch these fractured visual elements together, though his themes occasionally drown out the actors entirely, forcing you to rely on subtitles even when the dialogue is in your native language.
This brings us to the core structural problem, which lies in a screenplay that treats history as a series of tableaux rather than a living narrative. Scenes start, make one single point about loyalty or betrayal, and then end abruptly without building any real dramatic momentum between the characters. Gunasekhar directs with a heavy hand, ensuring that every thematic beat is hammered into the viewer with the subtlety of a siege engine, leaving no room for ambiguity or doubt about who we are supposed to root for.
There is an admirable ambition here to tell stories about regional monarchs who didn't originate in Delhi-centric history books, pushing past the usual north-south divide in historical epics. Yet that ambition gets buried beneath a mountain of digital effects that look half-finished, a problem that plagued Baahubali's early visual tests as well, though Rajamouli managed to mask the seams with sheer kinetic editing that this film sorely lacks.
By the time the climax rolls around, you are mostly just admiring the stamina of the lead actors who had to pretend to fight invisible armies for hours on end under blazing studio lights. It’s a messy, overstuffed spectacle that demands patience you might not have on a Tuesday night.