To begin this profile, let me relate an amusing anecdote. Rather a conversation between two good friends whose college bus happens to pass through Langer Hauz everyday.
"Hey, I'm feeling really bored," said Dumb-Frontbencher to Classy-Backbencher. "Let's go out somewhere."
"How about a movie?" reciprocated Classy-Backbencher.
"How about Pratap?" enquired Dumb-Frontbencher.
And thus began the ruin of their friendship, because Classy-Backbencher just couldn't stand Dumb-Frontbencher's level of judgement.
Considering a bad introduction done, let's move back to Pratap Cinema. Without the close second look, you could easily mistake it for another of the Golconda
ruins. Big, shady and absolutely empty, the theater situated in the interiors of Hyderabad screens movies that are either bad or worse. There was a flutter when a few posters of Kaante
- a movie cursed in its own way - were put up on their gates. Apart from low-budget missable flicks, Pratap boasts of nothing much to shine about.
With a management that's changed twice in the past three years, the signs are pretty evident. Anyways, here's the regular round-up. The parking lot is B-grade. The loo is B-grade. The audience is those who watch B-graders. Take an average of the above statistics and you get a big C, as in C-U-later!