Watching Rowdy Rathore is like seeing an IPL cricket match in the stadium. It's loud, devoid of sense and proud to be so.
The party starts from the very first scene/over followed by mindless fighting/bashing for the next 2.5 hours with intervention from skimpy clad cheerleaders every 15 mins. And the audience love this madness regardless of what happens in the end.
But the point is, both of them sell and how?
Rowdy Rathore (2012), produced...