The tone of the movie felt kind of confused — edgy but not pushing the envelope far enough, thanks to the censors who have chopped off the extreme language, violence and sex. The other worrying thing is if the edgy becomes mainstream then the electric underground runs the danger of turning vanilla.

For all those who moan about Indians only doing backend work in Hollywood, the short before the main feature, was Sanjay Patel’s trippy Sanjay’s Super Team. Watch The Good Dinosaur for the visuals, the hair-raising action, the heart-breaking beauty, for friendship and fun.

The movie has its funny bits (the vampire GPS is hilarious) and Dennis is cute as a button, tousled red curls and all.

The film is not wildly inventive though.

Detailing (potatoes were grown at different times) and scientific accuracy (NASA was consulted) has been taken into account while also providing rough and ready translations for the scientifically challenged. At the end of an entertaining and engrossing 141 minutes, you doff your hat to the skill of the actors, the director, the never-say-die spirit of human beings and also remember the intrinsic value of trash.

Eye-popping production design makes for thrilling viewing despite significant departure from source material…

A charming origin story with effects to underline the beauty of miniature, Ant-Man is perfect counterfoil to the grand, sweeping, epic quality of Baahubali.

The characters are amusing, the colour palette gorgeous and the gags suitably silly but if you are looking for a cogent storyline you have to bring along a magnifying glass. Bullock doesn’t really fire on all cylinders and after a point the narrative, like its principal characters, gets a bit wobbly as the directors literally go for Overkill.

If Broken Horses was supposed to be Parinda for Hollywood, the passion, emotion, guilt, love and redemption should all have been there, the songs could have been taken out (even the melodic Tumse Milke, sigh). Or Chopra should have made a completely different film. This straddling of stools always runs the risk of falling in between.

The film hinges on the masterly performances by its lead players. Redmayne’s contortions don’t come across as choreographed as he conveys the resolve of Hawking without making a show of it. Jones proves to be a credible foil as Jane. The rest of the cast are simply fillers to generate awe for the principal characters.

Fails to connect…Nothing more than a show reel for the lively Shenaz!