No compelling cinema here, just an out and out guilty pleasure that requires a huge suspension of disbelief to go with the flow.

…despite the fabulous music the songs feel more like intrusions than part of the storytelling. Vicky pulls off the Sikh pop singer act as well, especially in the Ajj Saanu O Mileya number, which plays out like a rousing anthem in the end. If only the lead-up to it was as compelling. Zubaan is a film that you stay with till the end even as you rue that it could have been so much better.

The film is a unique step forward in reality cinema in that it uses actual names of people and places involved in the real incident. But then it still has to put a disclaimer at the start.

You don’t even realise that it’s the selflessness and courage of real characters you actually end up applauding than the actors playing them. Go for it if you are in the mood for a good cry.

They make the two hours stretch longer. If this is sweet and cute bring me another film.

Of course all the loose ends are tied up eventually, explanations are offered but it is done clumsily and stretches credibility.

Go with a boxful of tissues if you cry easily at the movies. If you are as cold-hearted as I am you’ll be left scratching your head and perennially looking at the watch hoping for things to wrap up fast. Alas, they don’t.

Ghayal Once Again is very old fashioned, rough hewn and klunky. Everything, right from acting to action, is high strung. But it remains curiously engaging till the end.

Saala Khadoos is unable to rise above the predictability and time worn clichés of an average sports movies. One hopes the Tamil version would have come together better.

Moans, groans, pokes and farts fill in whatever is left of the run time. In other words the infantilization of the viewers is complete. Only question left to ask after two hours: would you call this a film?