B. Balakrishna

Badmashulu (2025) throws you straight into the messy, unpredictable world of Hyderabad’s underbelly, where loyalty’s up for sale and trust is basically a game of Russian roulette. The story kicks off with Ravi, a street-smart hustler who’s got more attitude than money, and definitely more enemies than friends. He’s running scams with his tight-knit crew—each one’s got their own baggage and, honestly, their own questionable morals. Things spiral outta control when Ravi stumbles onto a deal way bigger than anything he’s handled before. Suddenly, there’s a suitcase full of cash, a crooked cop breathing down their necks, and a ruthless politician who’ll do anything to keep his secrets buried. The squad’s forced to choose between cashing out or sticking together, but, let’s be real, nobody’s exactly cut out for heroics here. The city’s neon buzz and back-alley chaos are like another character in the movie—always watching, always ready to swallow you whole if you mess up. Double-crosses, car chases, botched heists, and that one scene with a stolen auto-rickshaw (you’ll know it when you see it)—this flick doesn’t really slow down to let you catch your breath. Underneath all the action, though, there’s this honest look at friendship and ambition, and how easy it is to lose yourself chasing quick wins. By the time credits roll, you’re left wondering who the real “badmash” even is.