Madaari might be worth the price of a multiplex ticket solely for Irrfan’s flawless one-man show.

Ice Age: Collision Course is never able to shake off the been-there-done-that feel that envelopes it from start to finish.

Shorgul is so horridly ham-handed that it merits no rating as a film. But for the statement that it strives to make, no matter how feebly and incoherently, it deserves one star. And that is all it’s worth.

That actually reflects the state of Do Lafzon Ki Kahani as a whole. It is a cinematic calamity.

One question: what is more abominable – the soap opera that the heroine is hooked to or this insipid and lachrymose tale? It is a toss-up.

Walk into this storm only if you have the disposition to withstand the ugly gusts.

The onus is eventually on Akshay, Riteish and Abhishek to give the film some direction. But all that they do is flow along with the mindless tale, often hitting dead-ends from where there can be no return to sanity.

Housefull 3 is strictly for fans of the franchise. Are there any left?

This film is another reminder: it is time to launch a manhunt for the Ram Gopal Varma that Bollywood watchers once knew.

Or, else, let us just move on just as Hindi cinema has done from the heydays of the gangster flick.

With the star not shining all that bright and the actors in the mix not allowed to play the game their way, Sarbjit is a well-meaning outing that fails to do justice to its subject.

Watch it only if you are an Aishwarya Rai-Bachchan fan no matter what.

No matter how hard the director tries to liven up the proceedings, the absence of genuine substance prevents One Night Stand from rising above the irretrievably banal.

Low on genuine emotion, Baaghi is only as engaging as a badly designed video game.

This is a film that has no saving graces at all: not worth wasting time or money on, even if you happen to be a diehard Boman Irani fan.