sarah-azher-khan
Joined Sep 2013
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Just when you thought that there is some good left in the world, the movie Zanjeer punches you hard and brings you face to face with the disastrous disaster of Hindi Cinema. Pushed by circumstances ,in my case an exam of General Pharmacology, one usually goes to a place faraway and happy, also dark, and so did I. My friends and I, we ended up in a theatre. Wasn't zero cars in the parking, or no people in the vicinity or the lifelessness of the Theatre enough to scare us off? Obviously Not.
One ticket worth 130 Rupees, and we barged into a hall full of nothing but an ogre-face sprawled all over the large screen. That was the defining moment when we knew that the coming 3 hours of our lives were in vague danger, but being a Desi breed we didn't turn back. 130 Rupees ka sawal tha.
The initial shock of an atrociously hideous protagonist or an awfully dumb Priyanka Chopra was nothing. There was so much more they had in store for the scanty audience.
A hag-faced Sanjay Dutt who insisted on wearing nothing but colours that could sore your eyes for a century, a nauseating woman named Mona, a dark and gross villain with massive one-liner-failures, a dizzy sound- track, a horrific and passé story-line, a dance step that looked pretty much like an epileptic seizure, a 150-minutes-of-my-life-never-coming- back later here I am thanking the almighty that I am alive. Barely.
Only one bearable ending could've come out of this traumatic movie, if that mutant-lips-cop shot himself in the end, and the screen splattered with his pathetic blood. Or not. No way on Earth can this be a better movie, because this is it, the worst movie I have watched in my lifetime. I am scarred for life. Rating this movie in stars? I wouldn't rate this in bullshits.
One ticket worth 130 Rupees, and we barged into a hall full of nothing but an ogre-face sprawled all over the large screen. That was the defining moment when we knew that the coming 3 hours of our lives were in vague danger, but being a Desi breed we didn't turn back. 130 Rupees ka sawal tha.
The initial shock of an atrociously hideous protagonist or an awfully dumb Priyanka Chopra was nothing. There was so much more they had in store for the scanty audience.
A hag-faced Sanjay Dutt who insisted on wearing nothing but colours that could sore your eyes for a century, a nauseating woman named Mona, a dark and gross villain with massive one-liner-failures, a dizzy sound- track, a horrific and passé story-line, a dance step that looked pretty much like an epileptic seizure, a 150-minutes-of-my-life-never-coming- back later here I am thanking the almighty that I am alive. Barely.
Only one bearable ending could've come out of this traumatic movie, if that mutant-lips-cop shot himself in the end, and the screen splattered with his pathetic blood. Or not. No way on Earth can this be a better movie, because this is it, the worst movie I have watched in my lifetime. I am scarred for life. Rating this movie in stars? I wouldn't rate this in bullshits.