Sikandar

When I say, "What has happened to Salman?" I mean it for real. From giving some great acting masterpeice starting from Maine Pyar Kiya, Hum Saath Saath Hain, Bajrangi Bhaijaan & Tubelight to this? Almost every second of the movie felt like he was forced to act, and not like there is anyone in Bollywood who can force Salman Khan. Clearly shows he has no interest in acting anymore. Also the writers should try something different, again all similar storyline of B-wood. Dailogues felt pretty unreal, Rashmika also seem like she was reading the dailogues off a book lol, not even a single good delivery. Entire film felt like a disaster in terms of acting, thanks to Kajal saving some acting in second half. The film is a great product for Mass Action loving audience, not for core cinema lovers. Has a weak storyline, whole lot of flaws, and ofcourse no logic in fight scenes. One time entertainer as a mass action film nothing else.

Sikandar Movie Review - A Complete Letdown

Just watched Sikandar, and it was a huge disappointment. The film was marketed as an action-packed mass entertainer, but what we actually got was a boring, outdated emotional drama with logicless fights and a weak storyline.

Story: The ruler of Rajkot finds himself in conflict with a powerful minister as he sets out on a mission to protect those who have received his late wife's organ donations-determined to keep her legacy alive at any cost. Despite its emotional premise, the execution feels bland and fails to create a meaningful impact.

What went wrong?

❌ Logicless action scenes - Fights are completely unrealistic, with Salman defeating enemies in the most ridiculous ways. Even for a mass film, it goes overboard.

Slow and outdated screenplay - The emotional drama is forced, and the storytelling feels like something from the early 2000s.

Misleading marketing - The trailer promised an action-packed entertainer, but the movie is just a stretched-out emotional mess.

Zero freshness - The same old formula with nothing new to offer.

The only decent part is the music (Zohra Jabeen, Bam Bam Bhole), but even that isn't enough to save the film.

Final Verdict: Sikandar is one of Salman Khan's weakest films in recent years. Even hardcore fans might struggle to sit through it. If you expect good action and a strong story, stay away.

I suggest you not to waste your time on this movie. Instead rewatch bhajrangi bhaijaan it's 100 times better than sikandar

Rating: 2/5.

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.)

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.

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.