Cashing in on our hidden phobias and extracting our eagerness to challenge ourselves every other day, Ram Gopal Varma's movies have often treaded on bumpy roads. Not spinning any family melodramas or love stories, the basic essence is fear and the thirst for power. However time and again
as he comes up with yet another thriller, the master craftsman's sensitivity to fear, terrorism and underworld-politics nexus bares its yet another gory face. Love relations are poignantly touched upon, but never to the extent of a cliched romance. With the then unpopular faces Vivek Oberoi, Chakravarthy, or to the latest Adhvik Mahajan, Varma deftly hints upon an inkling of a chance of it happening in our own neighbourhood.
So one is again probed to ask, are directors morally bound, or can creativity take wings to horizons anew or do they guide us through bed a of roses with thorns sucked deep within. Varma has the answer; he cannot detach himself from his socio-cultural environment, he is bound to it and responsible to the core. So where does the rather hazy borderline appear between ruthless massacre and the fear to be afraid?