Following from the popular American sitcom Grey’s Anatomy in its idea and execution, the film with its drooping second half, shallow approach and mostly overtly melodramatic screenplay packed with unnecessary dialogues make it a terrible drag

The buffoonery has been tackled without an aorta of logic. Tackily done rude humor and script that conspicuously lacks lucid flavor, YPD 2 loses its novelty by trying too hard to make you laugh.

Ishkq In Paris that begins as a believable tale of modern day love culminates into shaky misguided climax. Priety Zinta who is back on silver screen does a pleasing job but her film fails to match up to her bygone colossal stature. Unable to find anything heartwarming in the film, I am settling for 2 on 5 for this one. With a couple of commendable elements like smoothness of its narrative, the movie does not work for most part because of its constant attempt at being melodramatic and the lack of an effortless script! Priety fans can gear up for it, the rest can re-watch Hum Tum.

Aurangzeb could have been so much better, perhaps even a classic. It is Atul Sabharwal’s faulty treatment that leaves it shaky. There is immense passion and thrill in the story, which its actors remit strongly. I am going with an average 2.5/5 for the film. The thrill ends up flaccid killing all that could have been sensational! Optimistically, I expect something more stirring and less misplaced from the team sometime soon!

The Great Gatsby is a perfect example of all phantasmagorias and no substance. Quoting Fitzgerald for their rescue in an attempt to save their loose screenplay, the film barely invokes a few heartfelt moments. Eroding the power of a classic, it is only Leonardo DiCaprio who delivers magnanimously.

Gippi instilled in its stereotypical clichéd format, is still a pleasantly surprising venture on celluloid. Made with great sensitivity, it is a tender story of adolescent age. There are minor hiccups in the plot; but Riya Vij’s immaculate work, in a story that is Bollywood’s answer to Meg Cabot’s Princess Diaries, is commendable. There isn’t anything pristine in the film, but it evokes a sense of nostalgia that embeds with its story to leave a salient impact.

Aashiqui 2 is a sermon on alcoholism. Faintly trying to revive a dead script with soothing music and appealing chemistry, the film has a hasty and unpredictable wrap up which kills its tempo. A stone faced actress and a perpetually stoned protagonist do to the film irreparable damage. Novice Aditya Roy Kapur’s fiercely strong efforts are the only consistent bits of the film, despite a hollow premise. I am assigning a 2/5 for Mohit Suri’s Aashiqui 2. If you have the appetite for romance, this is an apt palette or else it could easily be missed.

Himmatwala demands excessive himmat from the audiences to sustain it through all its exasperating buffoonery laced with dim witted stupidity. Walk out of hall and queue up for the refund Sajid Khan promised you. See you there!

Rangrezz does its best to enthuse a fresh perspective on the clichéd tale of love, which is commendable. However, the movie fails for its lusterless screenplay and dull stars that leave the audiences famished despite an intriguing plot.

I Me Aur Main is a flashy attempt to bluff audiences by putting together obviously beautiful actors in ornate celluloid frames in order to conceal a weak plot and shaky screenplay. Lock up your brains and ogle happily, in case you decide to go for the film.