Rushikesh Ghadge

If boredom was a movie, Saiyaara would win an Oscar. This film is a masterclass in how to waste time, money, and talent — assuming there was any to begin with. The plot? Lost somewhere between scene one and two. The acting? Let’s just say my ceiling fan has more emotional range. Dialogues were so forced, I started rooting for the end credits. And the pacing? Glacial. I could've cooked biryani, eaten it, and still come back to the same scene. The only thing dramatic here was my decision to not walk out halfway. Avoid this cinematic sleep aid unless you’re looking to punish yourself.