Films blending mythology with modern action-comedy like Rahu Ketu always intrigue me with their potential to reimagine ancient tales in fresh ways, but this one sadly falls flat as a confusing exhausting mess that forgets its own story halfway through. Directed by Vipul Vig, it stars Pulkit Samrat as the ripped sculpted Ketu and Varun Sharma in heavy slapstick mode as Rahu—two divine brothers written into existence by a mysterious old writer-poet-future-teller (Piyush Mishra, painfully wasted as a prop). Their mission is to eradicate corruption in Himachal Pradesh, manifesting from a diary that turns words into reality. The non-linear narrative hops timelines with brotherly banter, a wannabe drug queen (Shalini Pandey, confused undercooked role with no chemistry), and an Israeli gangster in the hills (Chunky Pandey, ironic but underdeveloped). The lush misty Himachal hills provide postcard frames, and the leads' off-screen camaraderie seeps through in parts offering charm, but everything drowns in noise detours weak writing.

Mythology is confused—Rahu as desire/illusion Ketu as detachment reimagined benevolent gods delivering karma moral verdicts vibe lacking research depth. Conflict remains vague motivations unclear climax incoherent no real beginning escalating middle satisfying end. Himachal treatment stereotype drug-infested chaos vibe reductive beautiful setting. Supporting cast underutilised Piyush Mishra prop Chunky ironic Shalini purposeless. Comedy erratic banter works sporadically but leads nowhere. Overall vibe mythological misfire collapsing narrative issues not even worthy child's bedtime story theatrical viewing. In my view, missed opportunity—leads chemistry setting potential but weak script direction vibe exhausting rather entertaining. Hoping future mythological takes better research coherent storytelling respecting source material audience intelligence.

Vibe View: Man, watching Rahu Ketu feels like starting an epic mythological adventure that somehow gets lost in the woods and never finds its way back—it's got that frustrating "so much potential wasted" energy where beautiful Himachal hills and Pulkit-Varun brotherly banter tease fun but everything collapses into confusing exhausting mess, you know? The divine brothers vibe cool concept diary manifesting reality vibe intriguing setup but non-linear hops vibe chaotic no rhythm leaving you wondering what the point is halfway through. Pulkit ripped Ketu Varun slapstick Rahu vibe easy camaraderie off-screen charm seeping parts vibe genuine laughs moments but drowned noise detours vibe sad missed opportunity. Shalini wannabe drug queen vibe confused purposeless no chemistry vibe wasted potential. Piyush Mishra enigmatic writer vibe painfully underused prop Chunky Israeli gangster vibe ironic underdeveloped vibe ironic casting missed. Himachal lush misty roads postcard frames vibe only real strength but treated stereotype drug chaos vibe reductive disappointing. Mythology confused benevolent gods karma verdicts vibe lacking depth research vibe disrespectful source. Conflict vague motivations unclear climax incoherent vibe no satisfaction beginning middle end. Overall vibe mythological misfire forgets own story vibe exhausting not entertaining unworthy theatrical. It's that classic vibe good ingredients bad recipe—leads setting chemistry vibe there but weak writing direction vibe ruins dish. Hoping vibe warns future filmmakers respect mythology coherent narratives audience patience.