Vibrant psychedelic tones splashed across various scenes in the film hit your face as the credits roll in, and it takes only a matter of seconds before you know you’re in for a nasty twisted rollercoaster ride like high.
The film begins with a prologue and follows chapter by chapter into the mind of an insomnia induced paranoid schizophrenic. Inspired by the life of an unsound serial killer of the 1960s with the same name, the film exquisitely manages to capture madness in its darkest shades.
Strolling through the city armed with a rod, Ramanna (Nawazuddin Siddiqui) is on an adventure of some sort; obsessed with a city cop – Raghavan (Vicky Kaushal), Ramanna appears as if he’s the Jack from our childhood rhymes, looking for Jill who’ll help him fill the pail of blood red.
Cinematographer, Jay Oza demonstrates the clockwork of an egoistic, emotional murderer, who makes you live inside his brain. The film is blessed with Anurag Kashyap’s disturbingly satisfying direction. While, Ram Sampath’s brilliance in music holds you from a mental drain.
There is no method to this madness. But it’s a work of art nonetheless. Devoid of any pleasant emotions, the characters are twisted shells filling the void in their souls with ego by the gallons. Which only goes to show the dark, intense and impressive acting by each and every member of the cast, including the supporting actors. Everyone is messed up. Often, you're left thinking, "Could this be the fate of a world where madness is glorified?".
An hour into the movie, the audience with a taste for blood, gore and repugnance will keep wanting more. The story nails you on a cliffhanger with no respite whatsoever. And, just when the movie hits its peak of insanity, the sun rises and leaves you with knots in your stomach, and yet a lot left to be desired.