The price for any crime, petty or grave, is the same. In Kashyap's version of the Wild West, you could get killed on the spot for anything, for asking the time or raping your neighbour's sister. The violence of the politically corroded north Indian town (Wasseypur, or what you will) is exaggerated to a point of utter outrageousness. Does that make sense? It had better! That so-real-that-it's-unreal tempestuous twilight zone is where Kashyap's film belongs. The gang wars are so real that they are unreal. Kashyap crams in-house jokes into every nook and cranny of this diligently-constructed breathtaking ode to the culture of street violence. "Why don't you hand over the body to us and come with us?" This, if you are familiar with the language of commercial Hindi cinema, is in character with the image of the filmy police force. "We understand," squeaks a khaki-clad gentleman. "Don't you see I'm taking my brother home," Faizal bellows.
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