Sikandar

Salman look tired, haggard and out of shape in a stale story that was already done multiple times. It seemed all the rest of cast were doing was paying obeisance to the hero. Mandana was cast as a lucky charm on account of her previous movies being hits. It was embarrassing to see an accomplished actor and beloved 3 idiots character Shraman Joshi reduced to just being a yes man in this movie. The fight scenes as usual were exaggerated and songs easily forgotten even before it finished. Basically, there are no endearing qualities about the movie that would drag me to watch it again. I had high expectation from a Murgadoss movie but was disappointed.

Sikandar: The Worst Movie of the Decade - Even Bullets Couldn't Escape the Stupidity!

Bollywood has given us disasters before-Race 3, Radhe, Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan-but Sikandar is in a league of its own. If you thought Salman Khan had hit rock bottom, he just borrowed a JCB and started digging deeper.

Forget Avatar and Baahubali, Sikandar deserves an award for "Best Use of CGI to Make an Actor Look Younger (and Still Failing)." The VFX team worked overtime, yet Salman's face keeps shifting between Maine Pyar Kiya and Madame Tussauds Wax Museum Reject. At times, his face looks so smooth you'd think it was buffed with sandpaper, and in other scenes, the CGI forgets to load, leaving us staring at a man who's clearly lived through multiple decades but refuses to admit it.

And then there's Mandharika, a heroine so young next to Salman that their romantic moments feel like a family-friendly festival ad gone horribly wrong. Every time she smiles at him, audiences expect her to say: "Papa, mujhe naye school bag chahiye!" (Dad, I want a new school bag!). Their chemistry is so awkward that even an arranged marriage couple meeting for the first time would look more convincing.

The action sequences deserve a separate obituary. If you love slow motion, this movie will be your personal torture chamber. Every punch takes so long to land that by the time Salman's fist reaches the villain's face, fuel prices have gone up again. The final fight is so slow that people went to the washroom, ordered food, and came back-all before the next frame loaded.

But the biggest highlight of this cinematic garbage fire? The bulletproof steel sheet scene. In one jaw-droppingly dumb moment, Salman hides behind a thin, flimsy tin roof sheet-the kind people use for cheap shop shutters-and somehow, BULLETS CAN'T PENETRATE IT. Yes, full-speed bullets fired by trained henchmen get stopped by a material that even a light breeze can shake. Apparently, this sheet is stronger than Captain America's shield, and Salman hides behind it like a kid playing peekaboo. At this point, the audience had given up on physics, logic, and their will to live. If only they sold bulletproof helmets for people watching this movie.

The story itself is a medical science horror show. The plot revolves around organ donation, but the logic behind it is so mind-numbingly stupid that even a 5th grader would call it out. Salman's wife donates her heart, lungs, and God knows what else, and magically, every single recipient shows up in the movie. The best part? The same doctor performs every transplant-heart, lungs, kidney, liver-he's a one-man Apollo Hospital! One scene features a 30-year-old woman's lungs being transplanted into a 9-year-old boy. How did they fit? Who cares! Apparently, Salman's world operates on USB plug-and-play organ transplants.

And then, the dialogues. Oh, the dialogues! If bad writing was a crime, Sikandar's script would get life imprisonment. Some absolute gems:

Villain: "Mujhe koi nahi hara sakta!" (No one can defeat me!)

Salman: "Jab tak Sikandar hai, tab tak zindagi ka calendar nahi badlega!" (As long as Sikandar is here, life's calendar won't change!) Calendar ka kya kasoor tha, bhai? (What did the poor calendar do to you?)

Mandharika (to Salman): "Mujhe tumse ishq ho gaya hai!" (I have fallen in love with you!) Audience reaction: "Didi, Rakhi ka festival toh August mein hota hai!" (Sister, Rakhi festival is in August!)

And just when you think this cinematic punishment is over, comes the climax. After two and a half hours of painfully slow action, cringeworthy dialogues, and science-defying nonsense, Salman faces off against the villain. We expect an epic conclusion. What do we get?

Salman forgives him.

YES. After all the build-up, the speeches, the bulletproof tin sheet stupidity, Salman just says: "Main tujhe maaf karta hoon." (I forgive you.)

At this point, the villain himself looked confused-he probably felt cheated for even participating in this nonsense. Meanwhile, the audience was ready to riot. Even the Race 3 climax looked like The Dark Knight compared to this.

Final verdict? If Bollywood had an official "Worst Movie Ever" trophy, Sikandar would win in all categories. Compared to this, Radhe and Kisi Ka Bhai Kisi Ki Jaan look like Oscar-winning films. If you love self-inflicted torture, go ahead and watch it. If not, run while you still can.

⭐ Rating: -5/5 stars (Extra negative points for making bullets look weaker than plastic spoons.)

Disappointed. Salman is taking his fans for a ride. Nothing new same old story. Director is good but in trying to make film keeping Salman in mind he falters. Bad screen play. Salman can't act, can't dance he's seen with same old dance moves and has the same expression in the emotional scenes. He looks good only in action scenes. Rashmika is strictly ok but she doesn't have much to do.

People are going to say it a "good enough" movie, entertaining enough to watch once with family, maybe.

Its Not... !!

It's A BAD MOVIE 🎥, not one of the worst though, Its just that , Standards of a movie have dropped low enough to even consider this a Okayish Movie.

A generous 2/5.

You know that feeling when you wake up from a Sunday afternoon nap, confused about what year it is? That's exactly how I felt after watching Sikandar-except I never actually napped, because the movie wouldn't let me. Not with its relentless lack of plot, bizarre dialogues, and action sequences that made me question the laws of physics.

The film apparently has a "social message," but even by the end credits, I was as clueless about it as I am about why I even bought the tickets. Maybe the message was "Don't waste your time on a Sunday afternoon."

I took my uncle along, thinking it would be a great bonding experience. At one point, I was seriously considering whether a power cut at the theater would be a blessing in disguise. But no, Sikandar powered through like a relentless telegram from a broker who's looking to short sell.

The only silver lining? Ice cream. Post-movie, we drowned our sorrows in frozen desserts, which, unlike Sikandar, actually made sense and left a sweet aftertaste.

Final rating: (quater star for the ice cream, none for the movie).

Behold the cinematic calamity that is Sikandar, a film that bravely attempts to cobble together a handful of semi-decent ideas before swan-diving into a cesspool of cringe and archaic South Indian tropes that even a time machine couldn't salvage. The narration limps along like a bored tortoise, while the screenplay tosses in a few tolerable scenes and lines before collapsing into a flat, dull, snooze-fest that could double as a cure for insomnia.

Salman Khan graces the screen looking like he's about to get admited in a hospital," his acting is no better.

Kajal Agarwal in her limited and unimportant role appears to have traded her charm for a face full of fillers and Botox, rendering her a plastic caricature with the same old subpar performance we've come to dread.

Rashmika, whose grating voice and overacting could make a saint weep, and you've got a Salman-Rashmika duo so mismatched, it felt absurd and agonizing.

Sathyaraj's turn as the antagonist is about as convincing as a toddler in a trench coat pretending to be a mob boss, while the rest of the cast flails valiantly in this sinking ship. The production values are passable, like a participation trophy for effort, but the music is a forgettable dirge that fails to stir the soul. The direction? A relic of a bygone era, so outdated it might as well have been shot on a flip phone.

In short, Sikandar is a cinematic misadventure not worth the popcorn you'd choke on while trying to endure it. Save your time, your money, and your sanity-skip this one.