For the Formula One fan, this is a film worthy of a magnum of Mumm’s finest champagne — if only for the chance to hear those massive V12 engines explode across the big screen. VrrrRRRRRRooom.

It is a film of multiple pleasures — small ones and overwhelming ones and exquisitely crafted ones — layered one on top of the other, with something for everyone, and so, so much for the cinematic glutton.

Like the dabbawalas he loves, this director delivers.

Zanjeer is an unwarranted, atrocious remake.

If you liked the first, go ahead and pretend this one doesn’t exist. It’s what Big Daddy would do.

The film is constantly predictable — just like the first film in the series — but leans too heavily on a very hackneyed romantic angle. It isn’t often one gets to say this about a Bollywood actioner, but a few more gunshots could have been nice. Kumar more than makes up for the lack of Devgn, but despite having a similar first name, Imran really can’t match up to Emraan.

Chennai Express is, in a way, full circle for Deepika Padukone as she — enervated by box-office success and increasingly self-aware as an actress — holds up her end of the film far better, and more consistently than her leading man. She makes an effort; he makes faces. And he’s never seemed more at sea.

It is better than the truly daft film before it, X-Men Origins: Wolverine, but that just means one can tolerably sit — or sleep — through it. There are a couple of strong moments and two very interesting female characters, but on the whole this film, like the protagonist, mostly just grunts.

A script like this, finessed into something sharp, would make for a fine film. This one will please Dobriyal fans, but its annoying need to act like a farce with a laugh-track is what ironically dashes its chances.

BA Pass, for the most part as taut as piano wire, feels like a chokehold. And that’s a very good thing.

Issaq is a shoddily written film with a cringeworthy performance from its leading man Prateik Babbar