Had it been cast better, Carrie could have been a true horror flick, but now it’s just truly horrifying.

…is no legend. It is merely a mash up of 300, Gladiator, Troy and pretty much every other film made about ancient Greece.

Drab and almost despicable, this film has nothing to offer. Honestly, it’s not even worth talking about.

Logic gets suspended here as easily as gravity in space and no one has any motivations for their actions. All’s well that ends well, and at least this one ends. Period.

The only thing that you will be asking yourself after watching Karle Pyaar Karle is maine pyaar kyun kiya?

While gaudily commercial films like R… Rajkumar lies on one end of the spectrum, Miss Lovely lies far on the other extreme and too much of anything is never a good thing.

You can afford to miss this if you aren’t a fan of either of the actors or a fan of boxing. As a long-time Stallone fan, I choose to excuse myself from this wreck because I cannot stand to see a performer I admire so much do something like this. If you must watch it, do it for Alan Arkin, who plays Stallone’s trainer, Lightning. He’s the only one who seems to have put any kind of effort into it.

Yaariyan may be targeted at a young audience but every single teenager who chooses to watch it will be insulting their own intelligence.

Beautifully shot and easy on the eyes, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty is thoroughly engaging. Never before have I seen a room full of some of the sternest critics in town refusing to leave their seats, expecting more as the titles begin to roll in.

If The Wolf of Wall Street were a person, I probably wouldn’t turn around to give them a second look. It is rather shocking and extremely heartbreaking to see this coming from a director I admire so much. It looks good and it sounds good too — The Wolf of Wall Street can really please the senses, it seems. Just remember to forget your humanity for a while.

Don’t bother with 47 Ronin if you’ve already seen the 2:31 minute trailer, the rest of the 116.69 minutes can be ignored.

You wait for something to happen throughout 47 Ronin. The stage is set. You get that creeping feeling of déjà vu. Parts of the film remind you of The Matrix, Constantine and Dungeons and Dragons. You almost think you saw a glimpse of Seven Samurai and The Last Samurai while the frames flash by.

…that annoying friend who won’t stop forcing those unbearable PJs on you as you try to laugh politely while one eye seeks an emergency exit.

At the end of the film, you slip off your seat, onto your knees and beg Mr Joe B Carvalho — please ab maar daalo.