An out-and-out vanity project that takes itself far too seriously, Surkhaab lacks the strength to go all the way either to become a masala thriller or to blossom into an insightful take on the exploitation of immigrants. Because it wants to do both, it ends up doing neither.

For those who haven’t watched Parinda, Broken Horses could perhaps be a moving, serious watch. But for those who have already been blown away by Chopra’s original, Broken Horses pales in comparison…

Though there are more flaws in the film’s execution, at the heart of it Leela is a genuinely intriguing, if slightly predictable story and the twist at the end could have been a game changer had it been played out better.

Nevertheless, critical analysis is not going to make much of a difference for this film is clearly a one woman show and as far as the film is concerned, it is always Sunny in Rajasthan.

Furious 7 is more of a montage of fond memories than it is a movie.

Largely entertaining but not necessarily everyone’s cup of tea; as far as this one is concerned, you come for the action and you stay for the drama.

It is difficult to understand why Koepp, Depp, Paltrow, Bettany and Aronson agreed to make the film.

Mortdecai, eventually, is but a joke — an inside joke, which only the above mentioned five persons will find amusing. The rest of us must suffer through it.

Alone is a story that is forced to come together by unknown forces, to which Bhushan Patel contributes very little. There seems to be very little logic or sense of direction behind the scenes, that go on for so long that you feel like you’re watching an Ashutosh Gowariker film.

Despite being intrinsically American, the film might actually appeal to a certain section of the political spectrum, even in India. However, it could have been infinitely better.

Not quite as mindlessly gory as Lone Survivor, not quite as brutal and sensitive as Fury, American Sniper is a middle ground that is as masala as a war biopic can get.

Taken 3 is about an old dude who still has the moves and will open a can of whoop ass on you if you come near his girls. Not so much about family as it is about the stroking of male ego.

The Woman in Black: Angel of Death 2 is scary enough to entertain but won’t play with your mind when you’re home and the lights go out.

Repetitive and a tad cheesy, Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb would have warned moviegoers better of its overly Christmas-y intentions were it named ‘Once Upon a Time in the Museum Dobaara!’