Bank Chor is one of the most unbearable movies of recent times. The problem is no one cared to make it well. The only saving grace is that Vivek Oberoi and Riteish Deshmukh haven’t teamed up for an offensive sex comedy this time around

A film like this is frustrating, to be frank. The narrative is refreshingly written, brimming with breezy humour. But it is ironic that the haunting spirit is lacking, both metaphorically and literally speaking.

It’s a great watch for those looking for cleavage shots of busty ladies heaving and all. The men aren’t much of a delight in that department — in one scene, a woman sprays perfume on her guy before doing ‘it’. A cue for body hygiene, and also to make better movies that don’t trivialise rape. No Nirbhaya, India hasn’t changed much. We still objectify women — zoom into their butts and breasts to sell tickets. Hope you are in a better place.

In its 115 minutes’ runtime, the film feels longer than it should. The ending is simplistic, almost laughable. It is a pointless movie that reiterates how important crisp direction could prove for a thriller.

Khandelwal is sincere in his desi Sherlock act (he apes Cumberbatch, making his deductions from the clues popping on screen) but has no support from the plot. You wish the writer-director had used some logic, the film wouldn’t have been this silly.

M Cream is incomprehensible in parts, poignant in others but it is mostly a pointless movie. Though brimming with raw energy, the narrative lacks vision to use it right.

Yates fails to give his leading man any depth. Though Tarzan wears his brawny side in style but a lack of insight into his psyche, makes the film a weak brew. This Tarzan is sincere but roars tad too late.

Is the film gritty? No. Is it emotional? No. Is the love story worth the bloodshed? No. Is it worth your money? You know the answer. Give this frivolous fare a miss!

7 Hours To Go is gimmicky, lacking both the smarts and the menace of a thriller. Miss it…

Even as you lose your heart to Rough Book’s intention, you can’t buy the amateurish story. The dialogues are dated, the story is predictable (despite a momentary surprise towards the end) and the climax is sloppily done. The performances are charming (be it Amaan Khan, Joy Sengupta, Kaizaad Kotwal or Suhasini Mulay) but the film is forgettable.