These are some of the best moments of the movie: one is mild-mannered and soft, the other is violent and checks out girls; one drinks fruit juice, the other downs vodka; one appreciates Khalil Gibran’s poetry, the other doesn’t even know who Bharathiyar is.
Regretfully, their emotional bond and physical ties are shown in tantalisingly short strips. You’re given just a glance before the movie pushes on inexorably towards what it presents as the more important storyline.