With both of their careers in the middle of a downward trend, Sidhharth Malhotra and Parineeti Chopra would’ve been hoping for a repeat success together after Hasee Toh Phasee. Alas, Jabariya Jodi fails to emulate the quirky charm and sweet emotional core of that much superior film, and all it manages to be is another proof that good films are made from good screenplays, not a producer’s false idea of a winning lead pair.

Josh Trank’s Fantastic Four isn’t really Josh Trank’s at all. Instead, it’s a mildew of studio meddling and artistic frustrations that’s so lacking in action, drama or character development that it’s impossible to recommend.

Guddu Rangeela could’ve been great had Subhash Kapoor stuck to making a satire that tried to do something about the appalling backwardness of our hinterlands. Instead, we get a middling and uninspired action comedy that’s neither entertaining nor enlightening.

ABCD 2 is too melodramatic and too impressed with itself to be able to deliver an eye-popping dance spectacle that you expect and deserve. If you’re looking for that great Bollywood dance-off film, you’ll have to wait and see if ABCD 3 does it for you.

…is a slightly better effort than director Ashish R. Mohan’s previous film, the stain on humanity that was Khiladi 786, but that isn’t saying much. The film neither entertains nor does it inform, and it leaves you asking: what the fafda, man.

…is a rather faithful disaster-actioner that’s almost always gorgeous to look at and occasionally thrilling in its building porn, but is let down by its cardboard characters and some uninspired writing.

Kuch Kuch Locha Hai is meant as a substitute to certain materials you can find over the internet, for those people who don’t have access to the internet. Which means they don’t have access to this review. Which means this was a wasted effort on my part.

Whoever said “it’s the thought that matters” clearly didn’t have to sit through the 2+ hours of faux vigilantism that is Gabbar is Back. The idea behind it might’ve been right, but the treatment is all wrong.

…an inept, incompetent and insipid sci-fi film with an IQ level that is smaller than the size of Emraan Hashmi’s shoes. Skipping it is not an option, it is a compulsion.

…is more of an attempt at making some quick cash than to make a film with a heart and mind of its own. With very few moments of fun sandwiched between long stretches of snoozing, this film should be avoided like the ashram of a self-proclaimed baba.