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Rating: ★★☆☆☆ (2/5)
There are films, and then there are covenants. When a story as woven into the civilisational fabric of India as the Ramayana arrives on the big screen — armoured with an astronomical budget and a cast that reads like a box-office dream (Ranbir Kapoor, Yash, Sai Pallavi) — the trailer is not merely a marketing asset. It is a promise. And on the evidence of this first glimpse, that promise remains, at best, half-kept.
Drowning in Pixels
The trailer’s original sin is its suffocating dependence on visual effects. The finest cinematic technology is invisible — a silent bridge that carries the viewer into a world without ever announcing itself. Here, the machinery is deafening. Scarcely a frame escapes the render farm: Yash’s Ravana splintering fortified gates, the digital multitudes, the palaces, the airborne elephants, the grand unveiling of Kumbhakarna. What should provoke a gasp instead provokes scrutiny, because the CGI too often looks synthetic and under-finished — at moments flirting uncomfortably with the plasticky sheen of raw AI generation.
Most telling is that even the quiet moments aren’t spared. A shot as simple and sacred as King Dasharath seated before the ceremonial fire is undone by flames so conspicuously digital they seem to belong to a video game cutscene. When a production openly courts the global stage — inviting comparisons with James Cameron’s Avatar, or indeed with India’s own decade-old benchmark Baahubali — this is not a standard it can afford to miss. And yet, miss it does.
Where Is the Gravitas?
The visual troubles might have been forgivable had the trailer landed emotionally. It doesn’t. The Ramayana demands a particular register — nobility of bearing, the crystalline cadence of shuddh Hindi, an air of the divine that cannot be faked. Ranbir Kapoor, a genuinely gifted actor, sounds strangely unmoored here; his dialogue delivery lacks the classical linguistic music that Lord Ram’s words must carry. One senses an actor searching for a tonality the film hasn’t given him.
Sai Pallavi’s introduction as Sita fares no better. The character’s defining quality — that luminous teja, the radiance that should make her the gravitational centre of any frame — is conspicuously absent. In her introductory shot, she is very nearly outshone by the maidens surrounding her, which is a sentence no review of a Ramayana adaptation should ever have to contain. The vocal work, too, feels featherweight across the board; even Ravana’s voice-over lacks the seismic resonance an antagonist of his stature demands.
The Yash Factor
If the trailer has a pulse, it beats in Yash. As Ravana, he brings a towering physicality and a razor-edged action vocabulary that make him the undisputed centre of gravity in this preview. Every second he occupies the screen, the film briefly becomes the spectacle it wants to be. His commanding presence is the single element here that generates genuine anticipation. Elsewhere, fleeting grace notes — the Jatayu sequence, a glimpse of Rakul Preet Singh — offer momentary relief before being swallowed once more by the ocean of glossy, manufactured scenery.
The Uncomfortable Question
Which brings us to the matter no one attached to this project will enjoy hearing: where, exactly, did the money go? A production commanding thousands of crores owes its audience visual mastery, not unconvincing digital set-pieces. It is worth remembering that Ramanand Sagar’s television Ramayana — made on a fraction of a fraction of this budget — has endured for nearly four decades not because of spectacle, but because of its heartfelt simplicity, its spiritual dignity, its grounded sincerity. Reverence, it turns out, cannot be rendered.
Verdict
As it stands, this first look earns a cautious two stars out of five — a reminder that scale can be purchased, but soul and seamlessness demand a subtler craft. There is still a post-production runway left, and one sincerely hopes the filmmakers use every inch of it. The Ramayana deserves nothing less than perfection. On this evidence, it hasn’t received it yet.
— Bollywoodwallah
