Villeneuve’s Blade Runner is grim, gritty, appropriately allegorical and morally ambiguous sans an iota of force. Ridley Scott, with his alarmingly precognitive visual and mortal landscape, had done to the generation what Black Mirror has consistently been achieving with millennials.

In Doug Liman’s biographical crime drama, Cruise plays an anti-hero in this ‘money-trumps-moral’ tale.

Indulge in this misadventure if horror works for you in spite of the repetitiveness and the good old mirrors, open doors, shrieks and shrills still scare the daylights out of you. If not, go grab a copy of The Shining and let Jack Nicholson do his job.

One doesn’t have to sit through the entire series in order to get the drift of the story as the film easily manages to portray it, even if in the most neglectful way, which kind of works if you are just in a cozy mood and want to catch a film, any film.

If you cannot tolerate apartheid in the name of politics, this Madhur Bhandarkar scrapbook straight from the 70s is for you.

If you are one of the many completists of the franchise, then you may want to sit through this 150-minute torture of a war drama.

The first half does not possess a single element of intrigue; all-in-all, a downer.

The role, that once earned Johnny Depp an Oscar nomination, sees him take a backseat in the face of conflict; not typical of Sparrow, is it? The nemesis gets taken down by passing characters while he watches on in powerlessness. And the closing shot- which is bit of a healer, if I may add- is so Bollywood in its treatment that you would reach out for your tissue wondering how could someone cough up 200 million, in the hope of turning it into a blockbuster, with a clumsily written swashbuckler like that. 

This film does provide answers to the existing questions, but its current conflict fails to match up to the first instalment.

In The Fate of the Furious, our heroes walk away from crashes that would put Captain America on the disabled list.