What was that? Did I just hear Prabhas kick about a thousand bad guys in the face? Oh, yes, Chatrapathi has more of Prabhas dishoom-dishooming than I ever thought I could possibly want to see. But you know what? I enjoyed every single second.
Chatrapathi is a love story between Shivaji (Prabhas) and his mother Bhanupriya. Actually, she’s not his real mother and, no, it’s not a romantic love story. You see Shivaji’s real mother died and his father married a second wife. That second wife had a son of her own, Ashok (Shafi). Their father passed away at some point in the past and now Bhanupriya has adopted Shivaji as her own son. She loves him like a… son. And her adores her like any good Indian boy should.
There are two problems that Chatrapathi lays out for us at the beginning of the film. One: Ashok is a little prick and is insanely jealous of Shivaji’s love for “his” mother. Two: the family are forced from their home in Sri Lanka and wash up as refugees in (I believe) the port city of Visakhapatnam. Due to some heartless machinations on Ashok’s part, Shivaji is separated from his family and Bhanupriya is led to believe that he’s dead.
We pick up the main narrative 12 years on from these events, where we’re introduced to a certain bad-ass Hero who has spent the time being whipped and mistreated as a virtual slave to a dockland kingpin who has ensnared the entire group of Sri Lankan refugees in his evil grip.
Shivaji has been captured by pirates and is going to be fed to the sharks!!! Obviously he escapes – and he may or may not beat up a shark in the process – and we see that little has changed for poor Shivaji in 12 years. He’s still extremely moral and always ready to do the right thing. Also, he has been pining for his mother for 12 years.
You can probably see where things are heading. Ashok makes a reappearance and uses his proximity to their mother to torment and torture poor Shivaji.
In perhaps one of the stupidest moves that a filmi wannabe Hero can make, he joins forces with Ghajini aka Pradeep Rawat, whom you never trust. EVER!
And along with this vintage brother vs. brother in pursuit of mother plot, there is a sweet romance with super-duper cute Shriya Saran, who plays a government employee swept up into the refugees’ plight.
Things never get steamy the way they do in Varsham - this is strictly an adorable romance but with Shriya so cute and Prabhas so studly, I didn’t really miss the lust.
Besides, they dance really well together!
My favorite story, however much I ached for poor Shivaji separated from his mother, was the refugee storyline. Prabhas literally picks up a sickle and hammer to take down the corrupt leaders exploiting the working class and also eve teasers.
I haven’t seen a young man this angry since, dare I say it, Amitabh Bachchan. Indeed, I am going to go out on a limb and declare the Young Rebel Star the biggest and best Hero to grace the screen since the Big B himself.
Prabhas can do it all and I will watch every second of him doing it all with rapt attention.
There really wasn’t anything new about Chatrapathi, just old tropes polished until they gleamed but who says that I can’t enjoy the same story told over and over, especially if it’s a good one?
Speaking of gleaming – not only did Chatrapathi have the delightful Shriya Saran, it also had item numbers from two extremely delicious young ladies.
Tatooed diva Mumaith Khan shakes her moneymaker while Prabhas demurely treats her with respect by averting his eyes.
And poor tragic Arthi Agarwal gets a fantasy number in which she expresses pretty much how we all feel about Prabhas… “Yeah yeah yeah yeah I want this, yeah!”
In conclusion - Chatrapathi is a total entertainer. I can’t understand why it had such low ratings on Netflix – I laughed, cried, and pumped my fist in the air when Prabhas kicked yet another evil doer in the face. What’s not to love?