It’s all back in black, more pickled and snazzy than before. The third season of Mirzapur takes us over that bumpy murderous road which we have travelled before. There are no surprises this time. But director Gurmeet Singh quickly sets the tilt right when the pace threatens to slacken. Laden with bestial violence and lurid subplots, with characters who swear revenge like junkies snorting cocaine, Mirzapur is the pulp equivalent of an over-the-hill whore powdering her nose and puffing up her chest to look younger than she actually is. But it is nonetheless a brutal if brittle but enjoyable revisitation