Female lead Deepika Padukone – after whose character the film was named until censorial intervention shaved off the ‘i’ from the title and diluted its upfront distaff emphasis, is an eye-catching epitome of elegance. She is a sight to behold. So, as some SLB fans might assert, is the film.
There is pizzazz aplenty in this overlong horses-and-swords yarn, but it is all so superficial – if not wholly superfluous – that nothing that the excess-obsessed filmmaker throws into the boiling pot can rustle up a broth sizzling enough to keep crackling over a runtime of nearly three hours. What’s worse is the dubious ideology it peddles to uphold notions of history favoured by the nation’s current political dispensation.