Alright, folks, buckle up because I just watched Sikandar, and I’ve got some thoughts—personal, funny, and maybe a little savage. This isn’t your typical “Oh, Salman Bhai rocked it” review. Nah, this is me, your buddy, spilling the tea after surviving two and a half hours of this rollercoaster that forgot where the brakes are.
So, growing up, we were told, “Sleep, or Gabbar will come!” But now? It’s more like, “Sleep, or you’ll end up booking a ticket for Sikandar.” I mean, I saw this movie, and calling it a “film” feels like an insult to the word itself. It’s more like a TV serial that accidentally got a big screen—except even TV serials would blush at this mess. When I heard “Sikandar” and “Salman Khan” together, I thought, “Perfect casting, this is gonna slap!” Oh, how wrong I was. It’s like expecting a gourmet biryani and getting a plate of soggy khichdi instead.
Let’s start with the good stuff—because there’s, like, five minutes of it. Salman’s entry? Pure fire. Picture this: a plane, some bone-crunching action, a villain getting built up like he’s the next Thanos, and that Sikandar title track blasting in the background. I was ready to whistle, clap, and throw my popcorn in the air. Bhai walks in, bracelet shining like it’s got its own fanbase (which it does), and I’m like, “Box office is toast!” But then… the movie happens. It’s like someone took that epic intro, threw it in a blender with a bad script, and hit puree.
The story? Oh boy. They call Salman’s character “Raja Sahab”—fancy name, right? Sounds like he’s got money, power, and a kingdom. But nah, he’s just breaking bones and twisting fingers for… reasons? There’s a minister 700 km away who wants him dead, 49 police cases against him, and a love story with Rashmika Mandanna that’s so flat, even she looks confused about why she’s there. Rashmika’s character is like that friend who shows up to a party for five minutes and leaves—barely there, and honestly, good for her. The plot tries to mix action, romance, revenge, and some “family audience” vibes, but it’s a khichdi that falls straight into a ditch.
And the villains? Don’t get me started. There’s no real bad guy! You go in expecting Salman to smash some goons and crack their skulls, but nope. The “villains” are just cameos who forgot they were supposed to scare us. Katappa from Baahubali would stab himself after watching this. The real villain? The director. This guy had an idea, ran with it, and tripped over every possible pothole—bad editing, worse writing, and songs popping up like ads on a free app. The editing is so choppy, you’ll forget what happened two scenes ago, and the songs? Decent tunes, sure, but they’re shoved in at the worst times—like someone yelling “Dance break!” during a funeral.
Salman, oh Salman. Bhai, I love you, but what’s with the slow-motion dialogues? A three-word line takes three minutes. I timed it—25 dialogues, 75 minutes of just him talking like a sloth. It’s like he’s hosting Bigg Boss in slow-mo. The action scenes are cool, though—shoutout to AR Murugadoss for that. The punches land, the colors pop, and Salman looks like the king he is. But why is Raja Sahab fighting like a WWE wrestler with no backstory? And that “social message” they tried to sneak in? It’s so forced, I wanted to start doing the opposite of whatever they were preaching.
The biggest crime? Wasting Salman Khan. This man’s screen presence is gold, but the script turns him into a cardboard cutout. There’s a tragedy angle that’s supposed to make you cry, but I laughed instead—sorry, not sorry. The climax? There isn’t one. I’m serious. It just… ends. Like they ran out of ideas and said, “Eid release, people will come anyway.” Well, guess what? Even free tickets won’t save this next time.
Who’d Love Sikandar?
- Die-hard Salman fans: If you’re the type who’d cheer for Bhai even if he’s reading the phonebook, this is your jam. The entry, the bracelet, the slo-mo swagger—it’s peak fan service.
- Action junkies: If you don’t care about story and just want colorful punches and kicks, you might survive this.
- People who love chaos: If you enjoy watching a train wreck in slow motion, grab some popcorn—this is your vibe.
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For everyone else? Save your money, rewatch Wanted or Dabangg, and pray Bhai picks better scripts next time. Sikandar gets a 1.5/5 from me—half a star for the title track and Salman’s intro, and the rest is just me being generous. Love you, Bhai, but this was a swing and a miss. Take care, come back stronger!
