The Gunman closely follows the already tired I’ll-find-you-and-I’ll-kill-you formula to dismaying results. The only reason anyone should ever watch it is if you hate Liam Neeson, but love his films.

With forgettable performances, an overstretched narrative and sex jokes that rarely hit the mark, Hunterrr is an unconvincingly unconvincing film that you shouldn’t be falling prey to this weekend.

Chappie is a film with a big idea at its center, but is let down by some insipid writing and haphazard execution. Sharlto Copley as Chappie manages to keep you seated till the end with his heartfelt performance, but that isn’t quite enough compensation. This is one misfire that Neill Blomkamp would love to forget and quickly move onto his next project, the new film in the Alien franchise.

Shamitabh is too melodramatic and outlandish for its own good. It boasts of some great acting and a refreshing concept, but is let down by Balki’s crummy writing and ham-handed direction.

Director Shankar tries to follow the same path to success that he did with Robot, but fails miserably. Skipping this misfiring magnum opus is the only suitable course of action.

When watching a horror movie in a theater, there’s always a contest going on between those who are there to genuinely enjoy a good horror film and those who like to pretend that nothing scares them by making fun of the film in their loudest voice. During mediocre films such as this one, it’s the pretentious douchebags that are winning. You’ll be better served staying at home and catching The Babadook instead.

Ultimately, the film is neither bad enough to give you a migraine, nor is it good enough to warrant a watch. It ends with a setup for a sequel, basically saying “haha, we’ll be back, suckers!”.