Is this film more interesting than a documentary of the same actors having lunch? The answer is no.

I can’t think of a single reason why you should see this film.

If good intentions were enough to make good movies, Satyagraha would be a masterpiece. Prakash Jha is one of the few directors in Bollywood who has consistently championed political cinema. His rage at the rotten state of the system has simmered through his movies for nearly three decades. But from the National Award-winning Damul in 1984 to Satyagraha, his stories have become increasingly simplistic, star-driven and heavy-handed.

Earlier this year, when I watched The Host, I thought this is so bad that it makes The Twilight series look like The Godfather. Well, as it turns out we weren’t at the bottom of the barrel yet. The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones is so bad that it makes The Host look like high art.

Steve Jobs was brilliant, mercurial, arrogant, petty and manipulative. In short, everything you need for a great drama. Instead what director Joshua Michael Stern and writer Matt Whiteley give us is a comatose narrative filled with clunky dialogues that traces Jobs’ journey from his start-up days in a garage to Apple becoming the most valuable company in the world.

Planes, a spin-off from Disney Pixar’s Cars, is a genial but painfully familiar story of an underdog who chases his dreams, overcomes his fears and comes out a winner. It was originally meant to be a direct to DVD film. I think it’s wise to just wait for the DVD.

So it breaks my heart to tell you that Chennai Express left me cold. This hyper, eager-to-please Rahul sorely tested my patience. And after a while, the innumerable references to DDLJ seemed like a lazy shot at siphoning some of the enduring affection we have for that film.

B.A. Pass holds your interest as long as Bahl sticks to Sikka’s darkly twisted story. But each time he diverges — including his choice of the film’s cheesy name (Sikka’s story is titled The Railway Aunty) — the narrative wobbles.

It’s not often that you come out of a film feeling grubby, like you need to take a shower or partake in something cleansing like a yoga class. But that’s exactly how I felt after watching The Hangover Part III

Post-interval, the film does a zombie on us — it becomes dead, lumbering and tedious.
But the first part is absolutely crackling.