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Sunny Sanskari Ki Tulsi Kumari Movie Review: Even Bad Films Have Some Standards, But This One Sinks Below Them All

Sunny Sanskari Ki Tulsi Kumari

Director – Shashank Khaitan

Cast – Varun Dhawan, Janhvi Kapoor, Sanya Malhotra and Rohit Saraf, Maniesh Paul, Akshay Oberoi

Duration – 135 Minutes

Rating – 1

Sunny Sanskari Ki Tulsi Kumari is not a film — it’s entertainment masquerading as cinematic cruelty. Watching three hours of this fiasco is akin to signing up for torture. From the very first frame itself, you know you’re headed for a ride into the depths of tedium, where sense, narrative, and even the vaguest notion of art have been ruthlessly slaughtered. If there’s a bottom line for poor films, this one hammers several miles beneath it.

The so-called “modern love story” is nothing more than a circus of cliches, strung together without heed, sense, or purpose. Scenes serve no point, feelings are fake, and the story is so agonizingly empty that even a half-finished college short film would be a masterpiece compared to this. The movie feels less script and more like a mangled heap of scrapped TikTok clips masquerading as cinema. By the halfway point, you don’t ask yourself what is happening next, you pray — pray for mercy, for escape, or at least for the theatre doors to somehow open miraculously.

The performances are of the variety where you wonder if the actors themselves were convinced by what they were doing. Varun Dhawan spends the duration oscillating between Govinda-esque antics and Salman’s comedy leftover arsenal but never once establishes his own identity. It’s mimicry theatre stale. Janhvi Kapoor acts like she’s at an eternal fashion week — hundreds of outfits, no emotions. Forget emotional connection with the character, she doesn’t even appear connected to the film. As a couple, their chemistry is so cold that it can freeze an oven.

The supporting cast, meanwhile, are mere afterthoughts. Rohit Saraf is squandered, Sanya Malhotra — though she shines brightly in her limited screen time — is criminally wasted, and Manish Paul may as well have sat at home. His glib one-liners sink faster than a badly composed tweet. The movie leaves you with the acrid knowledge that not a single performer, not one, leaves something to recollect. Unless, that is, you include migraines as part of their legacy.

The comedy and music provide insult to injury. The alleged jokes are so cringingly bad that even reused WhatsApp forwards are stand-up gold compared to them. Not a single punchline delivers, not even by accident. The songs? Totally forgettable din. You exit the theatre whistling nothing — unless it is your silent cry for help. Any attempt at romance falters, because the leads have less chemistry than two strangers who ride in the same cab.

Ultimately, Sunny Sanskari Ki Tulsi Kumari is not only a terrible movie, it’s a crime against cinema. It disrespects the intelligence of the audience, spits on their patience, and has the audacity to call itself entertainment. To watch it is less an experience of cinema and more an exercise in suffering. With zero story, zero chemistry, zero originality, and zero effort — the only half-star rating appropriate to this disaster is because zero stars isn’t available. Steer clear of it like the plague; your sanity is at stake.