You do not need to subject yourself to its surfeit of action, comedy and melodrama unless you are an inveterate fan of the Deols, collectively or individually. What Yamla Pagla Deewana Phir Se offers purely as a cinematic outing isn’t worth your time.

Stree plays an unwavering hand in demonstrating that dread can be unbridled fun when it serves a larger thematic purpose. Go watch this spine-tingling film. It is completely madcap but there is method in its manic madness.

In the ‘morality’ tussle between a putative saviour and an unflappable defender of justice, it is cinema that takes a major beating. Satyameva Jayate, truth be told, is a film that has no apparent reason to exist. Not a shred of it is original. At best, it makes a silly spectacle of beating a dead, decomposed horse. At worst, it is a product of a tendentious mind. Satyameva Jayate is nonsensical, with nary a nod to logic.

Akshay Kumar hogs the footage but it is the other actors who do the fancy dribbling on the acting front.

It repeatedly fires blanks – noisy but of no use. Has a movie sequel ever been so pointless?

But in a film that glides in and out of the make-believe, it is no big deal if the love story, which anyways runs parallel to the main narrative track of the film, flirts with the unreal. Isn’t that what cinematic plots hinging on the realization of impossible dreams are supposed to be? Fanney Khan is that – and more. Embrace it. It will do no harm.

That statement could well be directed at the makers of Saheb, Biwi Aur Gangster 3. The title has a resonance thanks to the impact that the film’s two predecessors had made. Frittering it away on a flimsy Russian roulette-style effort isn’t a good idea. So when the team decides to come up with another follow-up – the final moments of this film suggest that the fourth may not be far away – it will have to go all guns blazing. Or not at all.

Soorma is more drag than flick, a hockey film sans genuine impetus. It is nowhere near the league of Chak De India despite telling a story that is no less intense than a wrongly victimized coach’s struggle for redemption. Come to think of it, the Shimit Amin film was made over a decade ago. Why hasn’t the Mumbai movie industry delivered another sports drama quite that good? The reason is obvious: Bollywood just doesn’t do sports well. Its rules militate against the genre. Soorma, a wasted opportunity, demonstrates why and how.

Sanju is the film that it is because of the infectious energy Ranbir Kapoor injects into the film. An absolute must-watch.

Well, the climax of Race 3 does pack some punch – both Salman and Bobby drop their shirts – but it is a case of too little too late…