MR Srinivas

Dasarahalli (2025) throws you straight into the chaos of Bangalore’s underbelly, where power’s a currency and loyalty changes hands faster than the city traffic lights. MR Srinivas commands the screen as the guy you don’t want to owe money to—his reputation’s built on a mix of charisma and menace. The story circles around his rise from a scrappy, street-smart hustler to the unofficial kingpin of Dasarahalli, a neighborhood that’s basically a pressure cooker ready to blow any second. You meet his ragtag crew—some got hearts of gold, others… not so much. Cops are always sniffing around, but honestly, half of them are just as crooked as the guys they’re chasing. As the plot unravels, you start to realize the lines between good and bad aren’t just blurry—they’re practically non-existent. Corruption's everywhere: business, politics, even family dinners. Srinivas, for all his tough-guy swagger, has a past that keeps yanking him back, making every win feel temporary. There’s betrayal, sure, but also moments where you almost root for these so-called villains. The city itself feels like a character—loud, unpredictable, and never quite safe. And just when you think you’ve figured out who’s pulling the strings, the story throws another curveball. It’s gritty, raw, and honestly, way too close to real life for comfort.