C. Rama Shankar

Badmashulu (2025) is that wild kind of film where nothing really plays out the way you’d expect. You’ve got this crew—each one messier than the last—living on the edge in the underbelly of a city that never sleeps. Rama Shankar, he’s not your classic hero. He’s got grit, a whole lot of rough edges, and zero interest in playing by anyone else’s rules. The guy’s neck deep in trouble before you even get a chance to figure out whose side he’s on. There’s a crooked deal gone worse, loyalties shifting every other scene, and enough double-crossing to make your head spin. Toss in a few wild chases through neon-lit streets, some seriously tense face-offs, and a dash of dark humor that sneaks up on you. The soundtrack? Absolute banger. But it’s not just action for action’s sake. Under all the chaos, the film pokes at bigger stuff—betrayal, ambition, how easy it is to lose your way when everyone’s got dirt on their hands. There’s no simple good guy or bad guy here. Even the so-called villains have moments where you almost, almost, root for them. In the end, Badmashulu isn’t just about crime and consequences—it’s a messy celebration of the absurdity of survival, where lines blur and nobody gets out clean.