It’s evident from the repeated speeches Clooney makes about the value of art and culture that he remains committed to directing popular films that still manage to say something important about the world. But while The Monuments Men has a noble message at its heart, it’s just not very satisfying as a whole. A crushing disappointment.

The film – a brave experiment on Ali’s part, who uses long stretches of silence, improv dialogues, and characters over plot to drive the narrative – doesn’t necessarily work. It’s meandering and indulgent in many parts, tiring you out well before it’s over.
A beautiful mess, but a mess nonetheless.

Gunday isn’t unwatchable, but it’s certainly a case of potential squandered. The film has an authentic look and feel of 70s Calcutta, some robust cinematography, and a few good tunes. It’s also got two live-wire leading men whose on-screen chemistry sadly isn’t mined for enough laughs. Watching it is a lot like eating the same thing for dinner four times in a week.

The story of Frankenstein’s monster has had many incarnations on screen, but perhaps none as clunky as I, Frankenstein, in which the stitched-up soulless creature is presented as a superhero of sorts…It’s silly beyond belief; doesn’t deserve your time.

One By Two tries hard to break the mold of Bollywood rom-coms, but seldom offers scenarios or characters that are refreshingly original…
To quote a song from this very film: I’m just pakaoed!

…offers a one-dimensional, vanilla portrait of one of history’s most relevant figures. It’s a perfectly adequate summing up of Mandela’s life. Unfortunately, this real-life hero deserved so much more.

It might have its heart in the right place, but the brain appears to be missing. For all the references to the aam aadmi and the solutions it offers to inspire change, this film ultimately is about the victory of a man who lets his fists do the talking. Muddled message there.

…doesn’t have the lightness of touch you associate with a whimsical Wes Anderson picture. It does have a few cheeky moments – like one in which Mitty shows off some killer skateboarding moves, that Cheryl unfortunately misses – but not enough to make it a genuinely enjoyable watch. In the end it comes off as an indulgent vanity project for a misguided star who thinks two hours of his adventure-holiday videos would make for charming cinema viewing.

At the point when Arshad got into a punching match with an unborn baby in its mother’s tummy, I decided nothing can save this movie.

It’s got its moments, but I’d say wait for this one to come to DVD.