When S.S. Rajamouli divided Baahubali into two parts, it was an organic narrative necessity. The sheer scale of the kingdom’s history, the depth of the betrayal, and the emotional weight of the characters genuinely demanded that breathing room.
However, the rest of Tollywood viewed this purely through a commercial lens: one production budget, two ticket windows. Suddenly, every mainstream director began stretching thin, single-movie concepts into bloated, multi-part sagas.
Scripts that could have been tight, gripping 2.5-hour action dramas are systematically hollowed out. Writers are forced to invent artificial cliffhangers, drag out the second act, and pad the runtime with endless slow-motion sequences just to justify a “Part 2.”
The result? Audiences are left with exhausting, incomplete cinematic experiences that feel like high-priced television episodes rather than cinematic events.
The Template Curse: Loss of Director Identity
The greatest danger of this template-driven era is the total erosion of individual directorial voice. Sukumar brings a hyper-specific, rustic character psychology to his work; Prashanth Neel commands a heavy, high-contrast, industrialized visual grammar; Lokesh Kanagaraj mastered a gritty, hyper-linked hyperlink-cinema framework. These are distinct, highly individualistic creative minds.
Yet, the current market dynamics are forcing mid-level and debutant filmmakers to abandon their own unique observations of human behavior. Instead of writing what they know, they are forced into boardrooms to pitch how their script can fit into a pre-existing franchise blueprint or how it can mirror the aesthetics of a completely different filmmaker.
When an industry operates entirely on templates, the art form becomes institutionalized. We stop getting raw, unpredictable stories born out of a director’s lived experience, and instead get algorithmically assembled products designed to appease fanbases.
The Warning Sign: The absolute peak of arrogance is assuming the audience will unconditionally show up out of a sense of “cinema devotion.” The moviegoer of 2026 is highly conscious of their time, their money, and the rising costs of a theater visit.
If the elite continue to treat the audience like mindless cash registers while churning out mediocre, template-driven content, they won’t just witness a few box-office duds, they will watch the structural foundation of the entire theatrical ecosystem crumble to ashes.
