It feels like a bunch of tasteless jokes strung together.

The film then is sloppy and contrived; it’s an unoriginal and uninspiring thriller that’s let down by flabby writing.

The sad truth is that ‘Grand Masti’ revels in making you cringe, not laugh. Adult humor tends to work best when some things are left to your imagination. But the makers of this film force-feed the audience images and dialogues and references so discomfiting, the only laughs you’ll hear are nervous chuckles.
It’s vulgar, but too silly to qualify as an ‘adult comedy’.

We’re The Millers is a crude road-trip comedy that alternates between outrageously funny and plain silly. I didn’t think I could laugh at a situation where an adult practically pimps a teenage boy to a homosexual police officer, but that scene is written and performed so competently, you’ll be on the floor guffawing uncontrollably. Alas, not every joke sticks; inconsistency is this film’s biggest crime.

It may be coming from a good place, but it doesn’t know where it’s going.

Steve Jobs deserved a 360-degree portrait. You won’t find that here. I’m going with two out of five for ‘Jobs’. Kutcher is earnest. But the film is a snore.

The film does have a few strong bits, including an inspired cameo by Sonali Bendre, and a clever scene in which Shoaib walks into a police station intending to surrender himself. But these are small mercies in a major misfire as this. Too long at over 150 minutes, and way too predictable to ever surprise you, Once Upon Ay Time in Mumbai Dobaara is the equivalent of getting a root canal.
I’m going with one-and-a-half out of five. Call me cynical, call me a spoilt-sport, but don’t call me if they decide to make Once Upon A Time in Mumbai 3!

How to put this politely? It’s a big, fat bore. A bloated vanity project for an actor capable of so much more.

Best suited for the little ones; parents must just endure it for their sake.

I’m going with one-and-a-half out of five for ‘Issaq’. Shakespeare won’t be thrilled. And neither will you.