Test

Wow. Just wow. It's truly a marvel how a film can assemble such a powerhouse cast-Nayantara, Siddharth, Madhavan-and still manage to produce something that feels like it was written during a power outage, possibly under the influence of... creative herbs. One has to genuinely applaud the person who pitched this script to these seasoned actors. That level of salesmanship? Unmatched. We're talking next-level persuasion-someone get this individual into international diplomacy immediately.

The script itself is a masterclass in monotony. It's almost impressive how consistently dull and uninspired it is. The Netflix India team must have a new approval strategy: spin a wheel, close your eyes, and greenlight whatever it lands on. Risky? Yes. Effective? Absolutely not.

As for the director and writer-daily soaps might be too ambitious. But hey, there's always the back pages of a local flyer or TikTok skits. Start small, dream big.

Gave it 3 stars though. Not for the movie-heavens, no-but as a small token of sympathy for the cast and crew who clearly signed up for something else entirely.

I was really looking forward to this amazing cast and hoping they would bring a fantastic performance and story... Honestly shocking! Why would they sign up for this utterly boring movie. There was no saving grace anywhere in those 2+ hrs.

The movie is sort of cricket oriented but there is no cricket in there. You see troubles of the female char, but some of those don't make much sense. The lead char is a person who is angry, frustrated and on the phone all the time.

Definitely not a movie that can be watched for fun, or good storyline or time pass. Subpar script and mediocre acting. Very disappointed!

Test arrives with a promising cast and an intriguing premise centered around cricket, but unfortunately, it stumbles in execution. While the actors give solid performances, they're let down by a disjointed narrative and lackluster writing.

Sidharth's character, portraying a cricketer, feels like the weakest link. Rather than driving the story forward, his role feels bland and underwritten, lacking the emotional depth or arc needed to engage the audience. What's most frustrating is how the film teases cricket as a major theme, yet barely touches it until well into the second half, making the first hour feel like a slog.

The story itself is a confusing jumble, with scenes and subplots that don't seem to connect meaningfully. Dialogues are flat and uninspired, doing little to elevate the already muddled storytelling. Despite the potential, Test fails to capitalize on either its cast or its central theme, ending up as a movie that's more forgettable than impactful. Great cast, wasted potential. If you're a cricket fan, you'll be waiting too long for too little.

Test (2025)" is a textbook example of a wasted opportunity. Despite a star-studded cast, the film falls flat due to its painfully dull screenplay and uninspired execution.

Madhavan seems to be trying hard to carry the film, but even his efforts can't save the sinking ship. Nayanthara appears completely out of sync with the narrative-her character lacks depth, and her presence feels more ornamental than impactful. Siddharth, on the other hand, delivers a robotic performance with zero emotional range, making it hard to connect with his character at any point.

The biggest letdown is the screenplay-disjointed, sluggish, and lacking any engaging moments. It drags without purpose, testing the patience of the audience rather than offering any meaningful cinematic experience.

Cricket scenes were disastrous.

Behold the cinematic travesty that is Test, a film so replete with squandered potential it could serve as a case study in narrative incompetence. The story, ostensibly brimming with "interesting elements," flounders under the weight of its own ineptitude, as these tantalising threads are left to languish, undeveloped, in a mire of creative apathy. The screenplay, a plodding dirge of ennui, drags its weary feet through a wasteland of mediocrity-occasionally punctuated by scenes that rise to the lofty heights of "okay" or, in rare bursts of adequacy, "good," only to collapse back into a torpor of unrelenting dullness. And then there are the moments of sheer absurdity, where scenes and dialogue descend into a puerile silliness that insults even the most forgiving intellect.

Madhavan, bless his thespian soul, delivers a performance of such brilliance it's almost tragic, shackled as he is to a character granted but a miserly handful of decent scenes-glimpses of excellence drowned in a sea of squandered opportunity. Siddarth acquits himself admirably, a beacon of competence in this dim constellation. Meera Jasmine, meanwhile, appears as an awkward anomaly, her visage oddly discordant with the frame, though her acting salvages some dignity from the wreckage. Nayanthara, poor soul, is a victim of time's cruel march, her appearance weathered beyond redemption by makeup so garishly inept it screams desperation-an attempt to defy age that only amplifies its victory. Her performance, alas, is a monotonous slog, as rote as a factory assembly line. Kaali Venkat, Vinay Varma, and the rest of the ensemble muster a collective shrug of adequacy, neither offending nor inspiring.

The production values-oh, how they gleam!-a polished veneer of locations, sets, and cinematography that dazzles the eye while the soul withers. The music, that auditory wallpaper, settles for a middling hum, neither elevating nor offending. The direction, helmed with all the flair of a bureaucratic functionary, is "okay"-a damning indictment if ever there was one.

In sum, Test is an exercise in cinematic futility, a film so unworthy of your time that to watch it is to willingly subject oneself to a masterclass in disappointment. Spare yourself the ordeal.