There will come a day when an ambitious filmmaker decides to raise awareness in a focused, entertaining and constructive manner, but that day isn’t today. F*ugly is more of a fight for all that is ugly, than against it.

It is still worth a watch, at least for a genuinely unique protagonist that almost overshadows a botched-up final act.

Perhaps this film lacked scope from the beginning, but its shortcomings are definitely not a result of less effort. Also, credit to the producers for making sure that every viewer grins at least once-while having to name the film at the ticket window.

Many parallels can be drawn between commercial Indian cinema and conventional superhero sagas. Its beauty lies in the fact that they are inherently cartoonish at heart, often at the cost of relatability, without being boring or animated. Unfortunately, Kochadaiiyaan is both, and even Rajinikanth’s loyal fans will crave for the real thing.

I understand the need to market this film as an oldschool launch vehicle, but I have a question for the producers: Is ‘Heropanti’ the real phrase that comes to your mind when unsuspecting viewers buy tickets to watch your film?

Honey Singh proves to be mildly competent, thereby not fitting into the scheme. Still, this is nothing that can’t be overcome with a rowdy gang of friends and pre-screening tequila shots. 3 stars for the entertainment. Note that the final rating is the Arithmetic Mean-still two more than the number of stars in the film.

Commercialism, greed, murder, chaos, brutality, self-indulgence…the filmmakers are guilty of all these traits.

Gupte works hard to imbibe collections of moments into his storytelling; the love and conviction for his subject is indisputable. Hawaa Hawaai isn’t as compelling as his previous efforts, but still merits a watch for the gratifying culture he has constructed.

The story about this miraculous goat heads nowhere. The satire is too consistent, and the same ignorance repeats itself in different ways. Inexplicably, there is no third act. It feels like the filmmakers ran out of unconventional characters, and didn’t even bother to end on an ambiguous note.

Purani Jeans is an unfortunate throwback to a non-existent era-a constant struggle to climb down an escalator that is clearly going up.