Recipe of a South Indian blockbuster

Umpteen number of cuts, too many and manifold kinds of transitions, convulsing camera angles, usage of all sorts of sound effects, foot tapping electric numbers, choreographed calisthenics, lyrics full of slang words, gimmicking-over-the-top fight sequences, storyline filled with a bit of revenge - a bit of romance – a bit of humour, a glamdoll, an overpowering villain and omnipresent-omniscient-omnipotent superstar hero

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