M T Sriram

Max (2024) is this wild ride of a film where the line between right and wrong gets all kinds of blurry. M T Sriram, honestly, just owns the screen here. The story kicks off in a city that’s basically bursting at the seams with chaos—think neon lights, shady deals, people hustling just to keep their heads above water. Max, the main dude, isn’t your classic hero. He’s rough around the edges, sarcastic as hell, and not exactly the guy you’d invite to dinner with your grandma. But he’s got this weird, stubborn sense of justice that keeps dragging him into messes he really should avoid. The plot? It’s a tangled web, full of double-crosses, backroom deals, and those “wait, did that really just happen?” moments. Max gets caught up with a crime syndicate, and it’s not long before he’s dodging bullets, making questionable alliances, and walking this crazy tightrope between survival and actually doing the right thing. There’s a bit of everything—action, drama, even some dark humor that sneaks up on you. And the city itself feels almost like another character, with all its noise and grime and weirdly beautiful chaos. Sriram brings this raw energy to Max, making you root for him even when he’s being a total jerk. The movie keeps you guessing, throwing curveballs left and right, and by the end, you’re just left kind of breathless, wondering where the hell Max is going to end up next. It’s gritty, unpredictable, and honestly, just a blast to watch.