Saala Khadoos, for all the storm that it seeks to whip up in the ring and outside it, does not string together enough points to be declared an outright winner.

It has enough heart. It’s the heat that is missing.

…is the unkindest cut. If you have any respect for your teachers – past present or future – give this film a miss.

Wazir is at best a one-time watch, if only for the academic interest of viewing Amitabh Bachchan and Farhan Akhtar in the same film.

Watch it for Kajol and, to a lesser extent, for SRK. The rest of the actors on this vehicle, barring Varun Sharma on an occasion or two, are mere passengers.

Tamasha is at best a one-time watch because of the sparkle the leads lend to it. It could have been so much more.

The overwrought PRDP might not be that bad, but it is syrupy to the point of being unendurable. Only for Salman Khan fans.

Wedding Pullav is badly cooked. Dig into it at your own risk.

About the only relatively likeable performance is delivered by Sunny Singh, who plays the boy who is reduced to running errands for the girl who has him in her thrall.

But not all the pyaar in the world can compensate for the pea-brained piffle the film dumps on the audience.

Overall, Jazbaa feels like a wasted effort, a clear case of superficial style triumphing over substance by a fair distance.

But it has just enough for Aishwarya Rai Bachchan fans to justify a trip to the multiplexes.

Jazbaa, however, is just as much, if not more, Irrfan Khan’s film.

What is irretrievably amiss with the film is that nothing it says manages to drift anywhere near some degree of coherence.