Unless your prime motive is to take notes on the mé¬¡nge of activities that Dhoolpet, Mangalhat and Puranapul characterize, forget that a theater called Prakash even exists. It resembles a psychotic human sanctuary from a Hollywood movie, installed with a screen to help the wards unleash their idiosyncracies.
Honestly, all you can hear standing in the theater premises (there are no premises, in fact - you can enter the hall from any corner of the single-storeyed, eccentrically multi-dimensional cinema hall) is the ruckus made by the audience from inside this half-a-century old hall.
At one time, Prakash was as popular as the Charminar
itself. It had its own aura in the early '60s, when it featured amongst the best theaters in Hyderabad. Debuting with the yesteryears' revolutionary blockbuster "Mother India" and progressing from there on by playing the choiciest of movies, Prakash 35mm eventually turned into a decrepit, avoidable cinema house. Barring its "golden" history, there's not an aorta of reason anymore that you should visit this hall.
Frankly, I could not trace the loos (good for me, I thought) or any chairs in the waiting hall. The seats remind you of your school days - wooden benches, a screen before you depicting crazy images etc. (Thankfully, Prakash has a mammoth collection of 'B' grade adult flicks which silence the audiences, unlike a classroom). There is one special attraction - Prakash has its inhouse audio technicians for spicing up the background score of any movie. But this team keeps changing often - after all, you can't trust pigeons, cats and dogs to deliver their vocal rendition for free perpetually!
What kind of movies are screened here? How's it inside the hall? If you haven't adapted to this review so far, you must be the owner of Prakash!