The lights dimmed at Ramoji Film City, and Hyderabad’s night sky seemed to hold its breath. Then, S.S. Rajamouli’s Varanasi trailer detonated across the screen, a thunderous two-minute odyssey that stitched epochs, continents, and cosmic remains into a single, pulsating heartbeat.
Mahesh Babu erupts as Rudra—eyes molten, trident blazing—perched atop a stone Nandi that snarls across millennia.
Rajamouli has not just manipulated time; he has woven it into a braid. The teaser gives an idea of heavenly intrigue—Hanuman’s outline appearing and disappearing in the light of the stars, will provide you with goosebumps. The trailer showcases a merging of concepts and places—from Antarctica to Africa, everything gets divinely immersed in one. The VFX is bold, but at the same time, it feels very close to the viewer—ice shatters under the prophecy’s weight, and asteroids are so passionate that their bleeding almost feels like an act of worship.
A ritual, not a movie, is what the audience got. Rajamouli has made an epic where the location determines the fate, and history is a creature one has to deal with. Waiting for the summer of 2027 seems like an eternity. Yet, the trailer has already taken over our minds. Varanasi is not promising to be a spectacle; it is demanding to be worshipped.
