RRR is a roaring, rearing, rollicking blend of genres — epic-mythological-action-superhero-bromance, that SS Rajamouli mixture, which we are encouraged to consume in one massive gulp. It is also, without a doubt, deafeningly loud. But, considering that the film drove me to stick with it and provided me with a lot of entertainment, I was willing to sacrifice my ears for a change. The three-and-a-half-hour film, a patriotic story set in British India in the 1920s, proves multiple points all at once. That there will never be a larger or more durable source of stories for Indian filmmakers and spectators than the Ramayan and the Mahabharat. Then, if you really want to be safe, you cast not one, but two super-stars. And so if you want huge, you only go to Rajamouli, the biggest super-star of them all: the loudest ‘taalis’ were prepared for his blink-and-miss in the closing credits….