The only bits that do work in Ungli are the seemingly unscripted lighter moments between the friends, and of course the scenes in which everyone from political bullies to sadistic auto-rickshaw drivers are brought to task in imaginative ways. The film’s overarching theme – of making offenders accountable – will no doubt resonate, but there had to be a more intelligent way to tackle the same idea.

This is a film that wants to be many things all at once – a rom-com between a fading star and the next big thing, also a clever satire on Bollywood. It’s overlong at 135 minutes, and on occasion dreadfully boring. Saif Ali Khan can still pull off goofy humor better than most others, but how many times does he have to play the same part before we can all agree that he’s too old for this schtick?

There’s not a lot of praise one can heap on ‘Kill Dil’ except to say that it’s not an unwatchable film. The first hour goes by briskly, and you’ll even find yourself smiling along. If that’s enough for you, give it a shot. I’m going with two stars for the film, and additional half star for Ranveer Singh’s terrific performance, which makes it two-and-a-half out of five for ‘Kill Dil’.

There are the odd moments of inspired humor – all crude – between the three senior actors, but for the most part they’re wasted.

Sadly the film squanders the talent of its very watchable leading lady who deserves so much better than this drivel.

If its indulgences were trimmed, this might have been a more enjoyable film.
For a film in which dance is so integral to its plot, I didn’t think the musical set-pieces here stood out particularly. The focus isn’t so much on the moves, as it is on the scale of the dance numbers. And that’s a shame.

Sitting there witnessing the film unfold over 2 hours and 20 minutes, it’s clear there is a crisper, better movie in there somewhere, but director David Dobkin (Shanghai Knights, Wedding Crashers) never stops piling on the clichés, ultimately reducing The Judge to a kind of hokey made-for-television movie. Watch it for Duvall and Downey who breathe life into a mediocre script.

The problem with Sex Tape is that it’s neither particularly funny nor raunchy enough to satisfy anyone seeking any of these things. What it is, unfortunately, is a shameless and relentless promotional reel for Apple products. After a while you lose count of how just many times they reference the iPad, the iCloud, and Siri.

Leading lady Rhea Chakraborty is uninhibited but inconsistent, her bumpy Marathi accent never quite convincing. Between her and a script that sadly feels half-baked, Sonali Cable is weighed down, unable to take flight. It’s got its moments, but they’re few and far between.

Much of the second half is evidently inspired from Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron, but there is none of that film’s sparkling wit at display here. The final scenes are unabashedly schmaltzy, and while the message itself is important, it is conveyed with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. Promising but doesn’t quite take flight.