Ranbir Kapoor And Yash's Ramayana First Look Lights Up Times Square, Pics Go Viral
Ranbir Kapoor, Yash, Sai Pallavi's Ramayana poster lights up NYC's Times Square after a grand India launch, marking a global cinematic event.
Ranbir Kapoor, Yash and Sai Pallavi's mythological epic Ramayana is making waves worldwide as its stunning visuals light up New York's iconic Times Square. Following a grand launch event across nine major Indian cities on July 3, the epic's international rollout has now reached North America, captivating audiences and redefining the scale of Indian cinema.
Social media is abuzz with viral pictures shared by fans and media outlets, showcasing the breathtaking Ramayana posters featuring Ranbir Kapoor as Lord Ram and Yash as the mighty Ravana. The massive billboard display in Times Square marks a historic moment for Indian mythology on the global stage.
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Helmed by celebrated director Nitesh Tiwari, Ramayana is produced by Namit Malhotra, an eight-time Oscar-winning producer and CEO of Prime Focus Studios and DNEG — the VFX powerhouse behind Hollywood blockbusters like Dune and Oppenheimer. Combining world-class technology with India's rich cultural narrative, this film promises a groundbreaking cinematic experience.
The ensemble cast features some of Indian cinema's biggest stars: Ranbir Kapoor as Lord Ram, Sai Pallavi as Sita, Yash as Ravana, Sunny Deol as Hanuman, and Ravi Dubey as Lakshman. Adding to the grandeur, Oscar-winning composer Hans Zimmer makes his Bollywood debut alongside A.R. Rahman, while action sequences are choreographed by Guy Norris, known for Mad Max: Fury Road.
The July 3 simultaneous unveiling in nine Indian cities — including Mumbai, Delhi, Kolkata, Chennai, Hyderabad, Bengaluru, Pune, Ahmedabad, and Kochi — was an unprecedented celebration in Indian film history. Just one day later, the campaign went global as Ramayana took over Times Square, signaling India's entry into the big league of international cinema.
Co-produced by Prime Focus Studios, DNEG, and Yash's Monster Mind Creations, Ramayana is being shot for IMAX release in two parts. Part 1 is slated to hit theatres during Diwali 2026, with Part 2 following in Diwali 2027, promising audiences an epic, immersive experience.
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