I bow down to the people of TN for your verdict. Happy to see in my land, people have risen in one voice and spoken
1. No to buying of votes
2. No to dynastic Politics
& yes to a generational shift in politics.
Whoever gets it done has actually done a favour to all!
Congrats and best wishes to TVK & Thiru @TVKVijayHQ avl for a spectacular debut in TN politics. Let Almighty be with you to do what you intend to do.
And to all NDA candidates, it was a hard-fought battle on the ground. Congrats to all those who won, and for those who couldn’t register a victory this time, let’s keep fighting.
Commiserations to Thiru @mkstalin avl & Thiru @Seeman4TN avl for your loss in this election!
Finally & most importantly, I thank my dear @BJP4TamilNadu cadres and leaders for toiling hard on the ground. Better times will come soon!
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Thoughts on #GoodBadUgly.
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Good Bad Ugly is a rave party. And like any rave party, it’s important you don’t fight the experience—you are supposed to just submit. It helps to be intoxicated, of course. The drug of choice in this context is... Ajith Kumar. He’s dancing, laughing, submitting completely to the trip. He knows this is all fan service—he might distance himself from the ‘Thala’ epithet, from fan clubs—but here, he seems a willing tool. Occasionally unwilling too, but that’s part of the joke.
Adhik Ravichandran makes mad cinema that thrives on sensory overload. This isn’t about nuance or emotional depth. It doesn’t particularly care who lives or dies as long as there’s fun to be had. The emotional ‘arc’ exists only so AK can be unleashed as Red Dragon. The film doesn’t even bother to name his character. Meh, his initials will do—because that’s the point anyway. And the man, you've got to say, looks as good as he's ever done.
If you’re willing to surrender to this world—if you’re in the mood for sound, speed, and madness—there’s fun to be had. There are countless callbacks to classic Ajith moments; there are many other moments that are plain mad (two characters are called Tyson and Jaeger, AK's rival gang is called Dark Wolves, and so on). Don’t try to understand. There's a throwaway reference to Pammal K Sambandham in the film. Perhaps that's because GBU-a... anubavikkanum, aarayakoodaadhu.
So that's why you’re not meant to ask why Jackie Shroff’s character is so forgettable, why AK's wife (Trisha) feels so arbitrary, why Jammy’s hallucinations lead to no great payoff, why the son’s fondness for AK is coldly stated, not felt. It’s all numbing after a while—just like Mark Antony was too.
There’s cynicism about romance in the film (a woman's murder is funny, AK's realisation that his wife is being impersonated), violence that borders on parody, and yet, now and then, moments that remind you the film is entirely in on the joke. Some may celebrate more, some may laugh more (I certainly laughed more than I cheered), but if you’re able to tune in, the film taps into something primal.
Still, I can’t help but feel a little sad that so many films like this treat homage, reference, and retro worship as enough. That novelty in idea is less important than novelty in presentation. That fan service is the fire, and invention is just the garnish. When even slow-mo shots feel like nods to old slow-mo shots, you wonder: is this enough? But look at me now, out of habit, aaranjufying.
This is also a film that hits you ever so often with something so wonderfully, delightfully stupid—like a WhatsApp group of gangsters urgently exiting in panic—and it's impossible not to laugh. It’s ridiculous. It’s silly. And it's in these moments that the real identity of this film is contained.
So, listen, AK is why the Professor executes a heist. AK is why John Wick survives a hundred assassins. AK is why the earth spins on its axis while levitating through space. Good Bad Ugly is a bizarre, self-aware, exhausting, and frequently fun film. And the wild sound of Aaluma Doluma? I had never realised it earlier, but it's the anthem of Adhik Ravichandran’s world.