Neither the intense-because-we-say-it-is romance running through Mirzya or the soft-focus-myth is actually interesting…

The film doesn’t challenge our perception as much as amiably pat it into place, yet — thanks largely to a remarkably committed performance by the leading man — the film scores like a champ.

Exaggerated faces, clueless extras and cartoonish sound effects set the stage for something that resembles a sloppy sitcom more than an actual feature film

This is a solid, terse film that makes its points in mainstream fashion with an appropriate lack of subtlety.

Nothing in this movie adds up…It is all rather excruciating, despite the glossy settings and the casually futuristic detailing, largely because Mehra labours her point endlessly and her tubelight hero never seems to learn a thing.

It ends poorly, sure, and has some clumsy moments on the way, but as a children’s film, A Flying Jatt goes a helluva lot further than those Krrish things…

This is a giant-sized film which turns out to be a mercifully modest affair, and one must take advantage of cinema that surprises with pleasantry.

This is what Lowery’s film does, promising a star and delivering but a gleam.

The back of that blond head doesn’t even belong to Robert Redford.

The uniform might be the most accurate thing about this film, however, a painfully tacky production where all the sets look like over-saturated cardboard and all the taxicabs are gleaming.

The film doesn’t have much to offer.

Historical accuracy be darned, Gowariker has served up a severely amateurish production with a weak script and an abundance of cliche.

Suicide Squad is less an actual movie and more an assemblage of moments, moments mostly to do with popular music appropriated around shots of spectacle, with every single scene trying to hit a crescendo of cool and the film, thus, failing to find any peaks at all.