Rowdy Rathore Movie Reviews

On the whole, ROWDY RATHORE is designed to magnetize the masses in hordes. The accurate blend of action, emotions, drama and humor, besides a superlative performance by Akshay Kumar, makes this motion picture an immensely pleasurable and delightful movie watching experience. If you savor typical masaledaar fares, this one should be on your have-to-watch listing for certain. Dhamaal entertainer!

Akshay Kumar is back at his boisterous best. The first thing that hits you with ROWDY RATHORE is Akshay's absolute conviction of the characters he has to play. Throwing caution to wind, he fights, dances and romances with gay abandon. Watching him light the screen on fire is like watching a Chris Gayle type of T-20 innings totally in control, whacking anything and anyone in his sight... an out-and-out entertainer. ROWDY RATHORE is the remake of the smash Telugu hit VIKRAMARKUDU

Here's one more strange and brand new Bollywood formula in case you haven't noticed it already – the art of inspired imitations! A few years back, a producer in Bollywood had a bulb flashing inside his head -- he wanted to re-make a Tamil fillum and make the same thing seem like a Bollywood story. He made a crappy movie. Bollywood didn't give up, somebody tried that formula again and he too failed miserably. But somewhere, somebody down the line again

Rowdy Rathore lives up to its name in creating too much noise for no reason. It also marks the end of a sensibility called Sanjay Leela Bhansali.

In case I get a spelling wrong, that's because my ears are still ringing with all the seetis and taalis at Rowdy Rathore. The film's an unabashed, gunpowder-hot, sambar-spiced star-vehicle which runs along energetically most of the time because its star - Akshay Kumar, essaying a double role as Rathore and Shiva - is worth it, something that's emphasized often. At one point, a girl asks Shiva, pursuing pretty Paaro (Sinha) from Patna

Rowdy Rathore is the remake of the Telugu film Vikramarkudu. Shiva (Akshay Kumar), a small-time thief in Mumbai, falls in love with Priya (Sonakshi Sinha), a girl from Patna, who is in Mumbai to attend a marriage. Shiva makes his way into Priya’s heart and she also starts loving him. Shiva tells her the truth about him being a thief and resolves to give up crime forever. But before that, he decides to swindle one last person for a large sum of money

Rowdy Rathore is Prabhudheva’s second Bollywood film after Wanted, and like the Salman Khan starrer which was easily a mass entertainer, this one treads a similar path. So, it’s 70 mm herogiri at its best, further multiplied due to the South ka tadka that comes both from Prabhudheva helming it, but more so since the film itself is a remake of the South film Vikramarkudu.

Prabhudheva's 'Rowdy Rathore' is a typical masala film, packed with romance, drama, melodrama and lots of action. The film is loaded with Tamil-style punch lines, slow motion action sequences where blood quietly trickles on to dusty ground and menacing-looking villains who live in a Ramgarh-styled (remember, Sholay) haunt. The protagonist is a smart small time conman who is ready to mend his ways when he falls in love

When Akshay Kumar fashions himself a sudarshan chakra (the ultimate weapon of destructive in Indian mythology) from a broken bamboo stick and some construction equipment and uses it to slay 20 men with axes and knives, you know “Rowdy Rathore” isn’t aiming for realistic cinema. Once you reconcile yourself to that and realise that director Prabhu Deva is channeling his inner Rajnikanth, you can sit back and enjoy the Ray-Bans, nubile dancers

What could have been a whistle-blowing fun ride ends up being a half-baked dish. If you are a Prabhu Deva fan, you will be disappointed. If you are an Akshay fan, you might just end up cheering the loudest for him. Watch this if you are in a mood for some mindless, time pass entertainment this weekend.

Director: Prabhudheva Synopsis: Shiva (Akshay Kumar) is a small time conman in love with Paro(Sonakshi Sinha), a pretty girl whom he met at a......

It's old hat. Or old vardi, if you will. We've seen it all before and apparently ? going by the numbers generated by Ghajini, Wanted, Dabangg, Bodyguard, Ready and Singham -- that's what we want. A good meaty chunk of pointless predictability, brutal violence avenged by even more sadistic violence, and one-liners than make no sense: everything serving only to prostrate the film at the feet of the star, making him the all-powerful messiah

This one has two Akshay Kumar but is not half as entertaining. There is practically no physical or personality difference between the two, other than a tiny tweak to their moustache. Also the film never uses the double role formula to its advantage - neither are the two mutually interchanged nor are they together through the film. Mr. Rowdy just steps into Rathore's shoes in the final few reels and what we see is Singham summarized once again

An air of unabashed, if generally harmless, imbecility pervades Rowdy Rathore. With very little substance to play around with, the film spreads itself dangerously thin. But even when it teeters on the brink of snapping point, it hurtles along like an armoured vehicle on four flat tyres. It makes much din but covers little ground. Let’s hand it to director Prabhu Deva. He throws every trick that he knows in the book into this predictable remix of a Telugu hit

Woe. Just look at that crotch potato. Scratching away obscenely, he grins that an abducted woman should pleasure him for a couple of nights more. Snore. Potato’s big brother, who displays Dracula teeth, assents, “Sure, sure.” Get set, then, for sadistic violence galore. What a splash of gore! Rowdy Rathore, directed by dance machine Prabhu Deva and produced by romanticist Sanjay Leela Bhansali, is a head-crusher, ear-basher, in sum a helzapoppin’ yawntertainer

Woe. Just look at that crotch potato. Scratching away obscenely, he grins that an abducted woman should pleasure him for a couple of nights more. Snore. Potato’s big brother, who displays Dracula teeth, assents, “Sure, sure.” Get set, then, for sadistic violence galore. What a splash of gore! Rowdy Rathore, directed by dance machine Prabhu Deva and produced by romanticist Sanjay Leela Bhansali, is a head-crusher, ear-basher, in sum a helzapoppin’ yawntertainer

Nothing justifies a 139-minute length, but Akshay Kumar carries both moustache and cop uniform better than his peers — yes, I include Salman Khan in that comparison, the one whose clothes refuse to stay on — and while both Khan and Ajay Devgn can competently scowl and maim (and make Lady Gaga claws, if need be), Kumar’s way better at playing the fool.

You take ‘Rowdy’ and look for a word that sounds good with it. What about ‘Rathore’? All right. You take the masala films made in the 70s and 80s. Borrow liberally. Patch together a plot, or whatever passes for it. Rope in a star looking for a solo hit. And you get, all together now, ‘Rowdy Rathore’.

Rowdy Rathore is the kind of movie that's made by people with a cash register in place of their brain. Because no legitimate reason, other than financial gain, can justify why this movie was made – it has no story or plot whatsoever, the characters are entirely forgettable, and it's so long and loud and silly that the laughs dry up early on. That the film has such impressive pedigree – it's produced by Sanjay Leela Bhansali, directed by Prabhudeva, and stars Akshay Kumar – is both baffling and shameful

“[Pitaji] kaha karte thhe ki manushya ko apne aadarshon aur moochhon ka uchit aadar karna chahiye,” (Father used to say that a man must respect his principles and his moustaches), went Amol Palekar’s brilliant faux-soulful paean to the moustache in the original Golmaal. “Moustache is the mirror of human soul and mind, moochh toh mann ka darpan hai.” In a cleverer, kinder universe, Rowdy Rathore might have been a 21st century comic tribute

The film is one more in the line of movies — many of which are remakes from the south — that value masala above all else. But Dabangg and even Wanted, the latter of which was also directed by Prabhu Deva, were far more cohesive and compelling. Rowdy Rathore is pure noise. Only the brave should venture in.