A flailing script with characters flailing each other. It is difficult to fathom how theatre goers kept their sanity on a trip to this movie unless this is the type of movie one likes to watch. But again, it is difficult to decide what genre this movie belongs to; there is so much coming at the viewer here one has to marvel at the director's ability to show so much without showing anything meaningful. The entire script is arrowed toward building the myth around the central character. It does create some of that but the steampunk fictional city, the on-the-nose, plain, unmixed evil of villainous characters put on the script strictly and only as foils to accentuate the physical superiority of the central character, the ludicrousness of the geography and the one dimensionality of supporting characters (there are so many lookalikes it is difficult to keep track) makes the whole movie a vomit inducing testosterone driven, beard-filled sensory flogging. Only use of a movie like this that I can think of is that one can get an idea of the depths that directors and scriptwriters will plumb to in order to pander to audiences still unbelievably hungry for violent-Superman based cult movies.
Review of Salaar
