It starts out shrill, turns predictable, and ends up chaotic.

To use the language of the youth Aditya Chopra is attempting to speak, let’s call it Befi-cray-cray.

The fundamental flaw in a film like this — other than the repetitive wowlessness of it all — is the fact that by creating too dry and no-nonsense protagonists instead of fleshing them out as characters, you end up failing the genre. There is only one thing a smashing action movie should aim to be: fantastic nonsense. 

Rock On 2 is a mediocre film.

It is far too emo, with a hideous subplot about an aspiring musician rejected by his classical musician father, one who wears a shawl as committedly and constantly as Thakur did in Sholay.

Rock On 2 is a mediocre film.

It is far too emo, with a hideous subplot about an aspiring musician rejected by his classical musician father, one who wears a shawl as committedly and constantly as Thakur did in Sholay.

I’m not saying Nicolas Cage could have rescued this film. Far from it.

I’m just saying he might have given us some moments to grin at.

This one is just a yawn.

Should you try it out? I infer: no.

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

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

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…

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.