Fallen Kingdom springs to life when Jeff Goldblum, as the chaos theory expert and all around rockstar Dr Malcolm, makes an appearance. 25 years ago, in Jurassic Park, he had warned us that this will not end well. Once again, he plays the voice of reason.

Of course we refuse to listen. We can’t because there is one more film to come.

There is an airport ending, too, but not in the classical sense. Again, the thought is pragmatic and sensitive; distance, at times, is the only way to create space for better engagement. And then you hear his voice, “Not all stories have heroes called Shah Rukh Khan…” – and you instantly know why a movie that thrives on inverting the angrezi of love isn’t as novel as it should have been: it is too busy flaunting its humble grammar.

Be warned that like the first, this film is also ultra-violent with impalings and decapitations. If you like your cinema understated and refined, then this is not for you. But for the rest of us, there’s enough to enjoy here.

Infinity War didn’t wear me down in the way that Age of Ultron did, it didn’t give me the high of the first Avengers either. Like I said, manage expectations and you’ll be just fine.

Daas Dev is meant to be a study of power and what happens to those who lust for it. It’s a solid idea lost in execution.

Ultimately Beyond the Clouds is a mixed bag.  It is likely to be a footnote in Majidi’s rich filmography. But the film is worth seeing as an intriguing experiment. I’m going with three stars.

Because Mercury finds context, and not just gimmickry, in its treatment of sound. It remains scary precisely because the actual ghosts are never seen, but only ever heard about. Just like real life.

…this is the sort of film that will divide audiences – for some, it will play as painfully pretentious. For others, it will evoke a depth of emotions. I belong to the latter.

Rampage veers between exhausting action sequences and eye-glazing exposition. Characters says lines like – get me the neuromuscular synapse activity. I wanted to interrupt with – get me a good time. But the writing is so lame that even Johnson’s Herculean charisma can’t make this compelling.

Somewhere, buried in this wreck is a satisfying suspense thriller. But it never emerges.