Raju watched the beam of light cut through the dusty air. He remembered the 90s, the golden era of the B-movie. Back then, if a film starring Mithun Chakraborty didn't have enough plot, they would splice in twenty minutes of random footage from a Hong Kong martial arts film. No one cared. The audience just wanted the rhythm. They wanted the noise.
For the brave souls ready to host a midnight Bollywood B-movie marathon, skip the art-house classics. You need the heavy hitters: Raju watched the beam of light cut through the dusty air