This piece contains spoilers.
One of the little joys of watching a movie on its release day in an Indian theatre is the visceral realisation of the precise moment when cinema escapes into the stratosphere of blockbuster. It is usually the moment when people erupt into a spontaneous dance as the end credits roll over a peppy song. Cinematic success is consecrated with a ritual of collective celebration: the screen filled with images of the stars dancing away merrily at the top, with silhouettes of mesmerised fans twerking down below.
