A Tamil Thriller That Blinds You With Truth Before It Sees Justice
By Sam Trailerman
In the shadowy alleys of a morally decaying city, Indra unfolds as a brooding, atmospheric thriller where justice is not just delayed—it’s distorted.
Written and directed by debutant Sabarish Nanda, this 2025 Tamil-language action thriller stars Vasanth Ravi (notably the villainous son of Rajinikanth in Jailer) and Mehreen Pirzada, supported by Sunil, Anikha Surendran, and Kalyan in pivotal roles.
Produced by Jaffar Sadiq (JSM Productions) and Irfan Malik (Emperor Entertainment), Indra is a stylish descent into chaos, trauma, and moral ambiguity.
Indra is a thriller that shows what to expect in the few first minutes of the two hours and eight minutes of runtime. The movie portrays a mentally disoriented ex-cop Indra battling alcoholism who is thrust into a serial killer investigation that spirals into personal tragedy.
The killer, Abhimanyu (Sunil), leaves behind severed hands as trophies—grisly symbols of his twisted compulsion. When Indra’s wife Kayal becomes the latest victim, the narrative takes a chilling turn: the hunter is now blind, and the hunted is still at large.
Vasanth Ravi as the ex-cop delivers a grounded portrayal of blindness — no sudden superhuman reflexes like Jackie Chan or no cinematic shortcuts.
His fumbling, stumbling, and raw vulnerability make the character’s descent into darkness both literal and emotional. The film resists glamourising disability, instead leaning into the realism of helplessness and rage.
Indra doesn’t spoon-feed heroism. It challenges it. The protagonist’s flaws are not softened by redemption arcs or romanticised flashbacks. In fact, the film dares to suggest that justice may come from the morally compromised. The screenplay tightens in the second half, revealing layers of vengeance, trauma, and psychological warfare.
Despite its gripping premise, Indra stumbles with three misplaced songs that dilute the tension. These musical interludes attempt to inject backstory but instead feel like lazy detours—momentum killers in an otherwise taut thriller.
Cinematography earns top marks, painting the urban decay with noirish flair. The film’s visual language complements its themes of blindness, betrayal, and blurred morality. It’s a tale that asks: What makes a killer? And what makes a man chase one when he can no longer see?
Indra is a stylish, uneven thriller that dares to explore the darkness within its characters without apology. It’s not perfect—but it’s provocative.
If you’re craving an after-dinner film that blends psychological depth with gritty action, Indra is worth your night.
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