The writer and director Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s Padmavat wishes its audience to be an obtuse listener. While we are at it, why just a listener? Even visually, it so confidently feels that embedding irrelevant jewels, adjectives, metaphors and philosophy could be pedalled as smart filmmaking. While all it does, all it actually achieves at the end of the day is that it just makes it big, grand, long and annoyingly loud. Plus, what I have felt in all of Sanjay’s films is that no amount of background score or performance or background score could amp up its audience for the kinetic energy that it plasters forcibly in front of its audience. Padmavat is consistently dull. The action is chewed up way too much for the trash talk to have any weight. It is all in the air. All empty.