What makes Gold worth a watch, despite some problems, are the flashes of well-done humour, the skirmishes between the players, and the rousing finale.

The straitjacket of the sports film seems to have flattened writer-director Reema Kagti’s distinctive voice but there is a palpable high when the team finally coalesces into one and goes for the kill

Gold can’t boast of a great CGI though. Actors try to make up for a little slack in pace, but its capacity to moist your eyes at will is Gold’s real strength. Akshay is in top form and this is your must watch Independence Day film.​

Overall, Gold is a well plotted drama that sometimes devolves into schmaltz and melodrama. However, it gives us solid two-and-half hours of tricolour hued entertainment. We suggest XL sized popcorn tubs.

At least on face value, mining history for past glories seems to be a pathetic exercise in assuaging low-self esteem. But the manthan, churning that India is currently in the throes of is beginning to yield some very interesting, very political stories.

That two of these, in 2018 alone, have been helmed so well by women — Raazi by Meghna Gulzar and Kagti’s Gold — gives me hope.

It’s only when Gold moves away from Akshay Kumar’s blundering Bangla and hockey humbug to become a story of grace among go-getters that it comes close to becoming the movie it should have been…

Akshay Kumar hogs the footage but it is the other actors who do the fancy dribbling on the acting front.

The emotions run high in the film, as a handful of Indians put their personal differences aside to make the country proud. As we witness India winning its first gold as a free nation, you also see the Pakistani players cheer for Indians playing on the field. Moments like this, make ‘Gold’ a film which is more just a sports drama. This one is surely worth its weight in gold.

“Gold” is a lackluster film that doesn’t seem too sure of itself. And coming from a director who has done better, it is a colossal disappointment.

Akshay Kumar’s tally of ‘Gold’ medals just went up. Give Brand India and him a standing ovation.

Akshay Kumar shines in patriotic blockbuster…

Akshay Kumar explores various shades in the film, from comedy to romance to drama, and nails every single one of it.

GOLD is a brilliant, touching saga that would surely entertain viewers and make them hoot for the retro men in blue. At the box office, it is sure to strike Gold! Highly recommended!

While recounting encounters from 1948, it’s instructive, if not incredible, how this story on Indian sport remains just as relevant in 2018—looking chiefly at big victories being a result of private persistence, philanthropy, personal drive, rather than collective passion flowing from the top. This could be said about any recent, major Indian win, outside of cricket. As you can tell, we are kinda sold on Gold. Yup, you should be too.

Gold has its occasional redeeming moments, but for the most part it just skims the surface of a landscape once examined with such depth by Chak De! India.

Overall, with an overload of patriotic films in the recent past, Gold fails to offer anything exciting.

Akshay Kumar’s portrayal of Tapan Das is convincing and effective…

Despite the presence of the national anthem, the tricolour, and a story based on India’s first Olympics win, the film’s nationalism fails to bring the goosebumps on

Akshay Kumar’s Gold shines bright with the stellar performances and Reema Kagti’s engaging narrative. At a point in Gold, one of the characters tell the other, “Jis Tarha Khel Mein Ball Ko Pass Kiya Jata Hai, Kabhi Kabhi Zindagi Mein Apne Supno Ko Pass Karna Padta Hai”. Reema’s creative vision translates on the celluloid quite seamlessly with Akshay & Co’s honest acts.

The gleaming cars, neatly ironed costumes, and orderly manner in which the props have been arranged barely convey the impression of the blood and sweat involved in achieving a seemingly unattainable goal. The pounding background score and on-the-nose dialogue heavily underline what is being seen on the screen. The sluggish pacing over 153 minutes contain few moments of surprise or discovery. In the end, the inevitable clamber for the exit gate is stalled in the final moments by the strains of the national anthem.