Shorgul is reduced to a clichéd melodrama with its bloody clashes between the sword-wielding `Musalmaans’ and `trishul-dhaari’ Hindus.

If you aren’t familiar with what happened in 2013, or were looking for a new perspective on the incident, Shorgul isn’t for you. The movie is a disappointment.

Instead, the dramatisation of events insipidly tries to answer a few questions. Considering the film’s impressive cast and compelling message, I was willing to cast aside many downers that the film’s narrative is saddled with. But couldn’t overcome its preachy didactic and facile dramatisation of quite a few nuanced real-life tales.

Shorgul had the potential to be a great movie but directors Jitendra Tiwari and P Singh seem lazy and incompetent.

Shorgul is so horridly ham-handed that it merits no rating as a film. But for the statement that it strives to make, no matter how feebly and incoherently, it deserves one star. And that is all it’s worth.

Is the film gritty? No. Is it emotional? No. Is the love story worth the bloodshed? No. Is it worth your money? You know the answer. Give this frivolous fare a miss!

Shorgul is a missed opportunity! The film is white noise with all possible cliches from a political drama clubbed with hard-hitting issues rolled into dramatic dialogues.

SHORGUL is nothing but a hopeless political drama that gets played on our T.V. Channels just to fill the slot.

Outdated in its approach, and tacky in its handling, ‘Shorgul’ disappoints on more counts than one. Even though the intention might be to bring a gritty true story to life, it shows less guts and more compromise in the final product.

Do you have nothing better to do than watch a story about a small town burning and killing and raping people over religion? Can you be so bored that you could watch cliches in character and dialog? Then this movie might satisfy you and give you the despair you are craving for.

The weak plot and its amateurish maneuverings frequently bring us to a state where badly choreographed scenes of mayhem and rioting are met with nothing more than hollow, long-winded speeches about insaaniyat. It gets to us after a while, because the depth that such a subject warrants here is as thin as a Jimmy Shergill mooch! Also, the song interjections do precious little to keep us engaged.

Considering the subject had tremendous potential if well-handled, “Shorgul” makes noise, which all hear, but no one listens to.

I will make my verdict about this film short – Avoidable, unless you are the ones who enjoy bad schlocky films!

Veteran Ashutosh Rana is mostly contained and Jimmy Shergill is controlled in his insults. But Turkish debutant Suha Gezen is a bit too loud by average sonic standards of someone grieving multiple setbacks. A highoctane dialogue in the film reinstates the supposed moral of the film, “Dangon mein Hindu ya Mulasmaan nahin marta, insaniyat marta hain.” While this is true, watching this film till the very end can be terminal for audiences of all religions too.

You can conveniently skip this one and leave for a long drive this weekend.