Sikandar is the first movie in my short career as a film critic that has me at a loss for words. No, seriously, I don’t know what I should write here. It seems pointless to even try and analyze Salman Khan’s latest “blockbuster” because everyone involved, from director Ar Murugadoss to the spotboy, has made such an utterly boring and uninspired film that I genuinely have nothing to say. What’s the story about? Sanjay Rajkot’s wife, Saisri, dies in a freak accident, and her organs are donated to 3 people in Mumbai who are facing a variety of problems in their personal lives. So, Sanjay shows up to take care of them. That’s when he is spotted by Arjun, the pervert son of Minister Pradhan, and while trying to nab Sanjay, Arjun dies. Hence, Minister Pradhan uses Inspector Prakash and the thugs on his payroll to...