Sultan rocks by Puneet Rajhans

Sultan rocks

Sultan rocks. Coming from the South and basing himself in Bombay,his rise in the Mafia world is scripted by events during childhood. Essentially he takes to the underworld fraternity to deliver justice. THe conscience coating is enough for him to draw a line - and thwart all those opportunities that could build his establishment further only to be despised by the common man. Won't dare to do anything that would see his community suffer in silence; like him there are others who have never been on the radar of government machinery. The rail track that he restores against the approaching train is one among many illustrations of his zameer getting better of him.
This uniterrupted innings in the fast lane gets to slow down once he seeks compatibility with Rehana. The chemistry bt the two comes up beutifully. Torn bt love and empire, he seeks the former only to realise that this won't be a cakewalk unless the political coating comes along. Sultan almost gets to coast his way to the political establishment hadn't Shoaib, the mean freak (whom he rescued and trusted no end), played a spolier. Shoaib is out and out a mean commodity, again thrown by the establishment, fashioned by the undeniable thirst for power and lust. Would change beds and loyalties as he is drowned in the unimaginable pool of moohah and mayhem. The softer side of Sultan is in sharp contrast to the wild imagination of Shoaib. May have scored in the enterprise to map out his own kingdom, and bring down the one that Sultan built but couldn't carry on for long as had to flee.
The flick has has shades of Don and Kaalia. The Safari Suit is a close resemblance to some outings by Rajnikant. THe Sultan character essayed by Ajay is the most powerful connect to the entire effort and very rightly the climax is where Sultan departs. The Sultan felling to the bullets is hard one to take. Three cheers for Sultan and essentially Ajay. While in Rajniti as well he had an inglorious exit but only after kissing the political firmament.

As for Delhiwallah, there is a delhiconnect to the flick. Out and out a Mumbai enterprise, the flick would not have been complete with this Delhilink, the seat of power and route to redemption that Sultan seeks.

Is there a single screen theatre in your vicinity which you can reach on foot or by bus in just under one hour . Next to impossible in the times we live in.
Well, on the way you can be confronted with irrevential ads babbling about addiction, hallucination and what not that defines the landscape of a metro. Scouting for a single screen to relive the period captured in the celluloid would call for an extra dose of effort - and you never know which part of the city would bless you with a handful of options. Three things are mandatory before you have the tryst.
First try to hit on the search mode through landline, cells hadn't even made it to the West then.
Second seek a public transport that comes close to the one that plied then.
Finally experience the 130 minutes magic with a passion that is undiluted and untamed.