Kya Super Kool Hai Hum amuses you intermittently but largely leaves your brains in a tangle, and the mind gasping for breath. In other words, dimaag ki macho deta hai.

Ticking all boxes you expect from a film belonging to the genre, Maximum ends up as a ‘me too’ among many RGV-inspired films in the last few years, even though that may not have been the intention. Sadly, there was potential.

Players is hilarious. I haven’t chuckled this much at a movie in a long time. The first time I laughed hard was when Victor dada (Vinod Khanna) introduced each ‘Player’ to Charlie (Abhishek Bachchan). After introducing Ronnie the ‘illusionist’ (Bobby Deol), Bilal the ‘explosives guy’ (Sikander Kher) and Sunny the ‘make up artist’ (Omi Vaidya), Khanna turned to Riya (Bipasha Basu). Her job description – “the hottie who charms every man she comes in contact with”, or something to that effect. This was followed by a shot of Bipasha strutting around in a bikini, assets on display. Cut to close-up of Khanna sporting a leery grin, winking at Bipasha.

Ah well, maybe I’m giving it more thought than it deserves, because frankly the film did make me laugh out loud in a couple of places. If your expectations are low, you may not be disappointed with Desi Boyz. To be fair, it’s Akshay Kumar’s best film in quite a few years.

The old-world charm of Mausam is likeable, but doesn’t salvage it. In the end, the only thing epic about the film is its unwarranted length.

The only saving grace of MBKD is Ali Zafar, who plays the ‘Brother’ in the film. The Pakistani actor is amazingly natural on-camera, confident and talented in equal measure, and brings some charm to an otherwise listless film.

Even Salman Khan isn’t reason enough to endure Bodyguard. Pity.

When Not A Love Story started, it seemed like it was a bad film so enjoyable that it could be recommended. But soon, you realise that this kind of skullduggery wouldn’t be advisable for anyone. As the low-held Canon 5D follows Mahie Gill’s bosom, or is placed strategically below her legs, you are sickened by the desperate attempt at titillation.

A super performance by Pankaj Kapur aside — he’s brilliant as usual — there’s not much going for Chala Mussaddi. You’d rather stay home and watch reruns.

A good plot (lifted from another film) and a lovely performance by Prashant Narayanan could have made Murder 2 watchable, but shoddy writing ruins it. A shorter, slicker thriller would have been more enjoyable than the masala mash that is Murder 2.