The one thing Ravi does flawlessly is celebrating the city of Mumbai, its indomitable spirit, its unending vibrancy, its energy, all of these find a perfect homage in the movie. The camaraderie between characters is earthen. A special mention for Vishal and Shekhar who deliver a terrific, well-synced album after long. There are far and few moments of brilliance in the film but in its better parts, you see the glimpse of the maverick filmmaker who deserves to be given another chance by Bollywood.

If you are looking for a superhero film, we will have to ask Krrish to return.  All those who love their Ironman, Spider-Man and Superman, avoid. Vishwas uth jayega. 

Gowariker’s flaccid screenplay makes the film pointless. There is so much happening but the shaky execution makes it look meaningless. The dialogues are lame. A word of caution for the climax which is so shakily done that it made me wonder if the director is the same man who walked the red carpet of Oscars.

As the film’s final credits roll down, you have an unsettling feeling about it. Torn between your strong tug to appreciate the quirky bent of mind and slam the filmmaker’s over indulgence, you are left in lurch unsure about what to say about the movie. In such a scenario, one thing is certain. You definitely didn’t like what you saw. The material had potential but the vision was clouded by the need to prove a point.

Te3n is drab and lets down its luminous cast and the audience whose appetite for such films is growing by the day. 

Fans will happily rubbish reviews, this and we assure you many more, saying that critics are a bunch of grumpy people who don’t know how to take a joke. Haaa…critics are just people who find impossible to use their brains depending on a film’s genre. Movies are either good, bad or ugly and Housefull 3 is tragically ugly. 
Housefull 3 cracked horrible jokes.
Housefull 3 offended.

We won’t call the script incoherent.  In fact,  one of the film’s biggest plusses is its writing.  Even when the actors stumble at their jobs,  the material comes to their rescue.  But Ramu’s vision is compromised towards the end.  It is almost as if he didn’t know how to execute his story.  His confidence helps the ship sail through,  but there is hardly anything noteworthy to say about it.  Barring the scene in which the dacoit kills an informer,  there is not another equally overwhelming scene to its credit. 

You walk into the theatres film expecting a grim, sombre movie but Omung instead mets out a half-baked tale that woos you in bits but is inherently too dull to move you. The only reason you remain invested in this flimsy screenplay is because of Randeep Hooda. He is fantastic in every frame.

This is one of those films you can watch because your wife wants a tub of popcorn and you want an outing to shush a domestic crisis. But for Azhar’s lovers or even film buffs, the film is an opportunity lost. It is watchable, despite the corny, over-the-top dialogues, but never becomes a fitting tribute to a fallen hero. At no point will you feel Azhar’s hurt or frustration. Yes, the one thing it will surely make you do is rewatch his old matches. In there lies a better story than the one Emraan plays out on screen.

Baaghi is sincere but that doesn’t translate to good. Do you enjoy watching the film? Just the action. It is mostly too far-fetched and watching two expressionless dolls batting eyelids at each other is far from satisfying. If you are an action-junkie, you wouldn’t mind wasting your energy on this but for others this is a tiresome trek that doesn’t end on an exhilarating note.