Finding Fanny would have been an extremely low-budget NFDC-produced festival-friendly arthouse film with a set of talented NSD graduates. But here with Fox Star Studios pumping in a lot of money and Homi getting his superstar friends to star in it, this has been pitched as the big Bolly release of the week. Well, if you’re just a Deepika fan you might find Fanny, but otherwise your search for the fun weekend film might run out of fuel.

This is clearly a eulogy to one of India’s greatest sporting heroes and even though the biopic only swims on the surface, mainstream Indian cinema has put the spotlight on a person from the so-called wrong gender, hailing from the so-called wrong region, playing the so-called wrong sport. And that’s reason enough to award the gold to Mary Kom.

Despite the party pooper of an ending and that nauseating love story, Raja Natwarlal, for much of its running time is very watchable. Just that in its effort to reach out to the lowest common denominator, Bollywood stoops a little too low and stops well short.

If you take out the unnecessary woman-on-top chanting in the end, Mardaani is a fine cop drama that brings two Bengalis back in the Bollywood game — Pradeep Sarkar and Rani Mukerji.

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His usual routine is to first run a mile or so, then jump high up in the air and come down with a thump on the head of whoever is unfortunate enough to be around. He follows that up with the regulatory “Wham! Bam! Pow!” punches and then whips off his belt and goes on a lashing spree. Since all this happens in slo-mo, the film clocks all those extra minutes.

ZNMD is perhaps 15 minutes overlong, espcially towards the end when the Abhay-Kalki track becomes a bit clumsy. And it also lacks the energy of Dil Chahta Hai. Perhaps it is Spain that dictates the laidback pace of the film.

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For now, bhaag bhaag to a movie theatre near you and treat your Calcutta belly to some laughter. Sach mein, current maarti hai!

Double Dhamaal has no intentions of tickling you. The idea is to torment you. Everyone’s eyes are perennially popped out, their mops of hair raised and there’s so much of jumping and falling going around, this kind of slapstick really deserves both: a slap and a stick.