Sikandar Review: Bhai Ka Gussa, Hamari Sazaa
For two and a half grueling hours, Sikandar drags us through the tale of a man who’s deeply in love with his wife—but completely indifferent to his audience.
Watched the first day, first show of Salman Khan’s big Eid release Sikandar, hoping for some fireworks. Instead, I got a slow-burning firecracker that fizzled out before it could even explode.
The film kicks off with a glimmer of hope—maybe there’s a solid story here? But 15–20 minutes in, it becomes painfully clear: same ghisa-pita formula, different year. An ageing superstar, who can barely move, clings to his larger-than-life image, convincing himself (and us) that he still has the magic. Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.
Salman plays Rajkot ka Raja Sikandar—a Robin Hood-style figure—whose wife (Rashmika Mandanna) spends more time worrying about him than the script does about giving her a good role. Ironically, she’s the only watchable thing in the film.
Then comes the big twist—and with it, Sikandar nose-dives faster than Salman’s attempt at dancing. I still can’t wrap my head around how AR Murugadoss, the man behind Ghajini, thought this was a good idea. There’s a faint heartbeat in the story, but the performances? Dead on arrival.
Salman, of course, doesn’t even pretend to act anymore. No expressions, no effort—just vibes. But what’s truly baffling is Sharman Joshi. Unko kaunsi majboori thi? Loans? Blackmail? The script couldn’t have convinced him.
For two and a half grueling hours, Sikandar drags us through the tale of a man who’s deeply in love with his wife—but completely indifferent to his audience.
As for me? I wish I could call a Salman Khan film ReviewRon Recommended just once. But alas, Eid ka chaand dikh sakta hai, yeh din kabhi nahi.
