Supermen may need a bit of it all, but science, faith or fairy tale, nothing can rescue this one. – See more at: http://indianexpress.com/article/entertainment/movie-review/batman-vs-superman-dawn-of-justice-movie-review-one-and-half-stars/#sthash.3GrxczT2.dpuf

There is only one vehicle of consequence in the film, though several give it chase. That is the bus, route no. 657. Shot, teargassed, spray-painted, crashed, almost burnt, bloodied. It never leaves our sight.

At first, it seems the film, written by Guy Hibbert, is clearly showing up the politicians for wavering over the fate of the girl, and for the military being more clear-eyed about these matters. The icy Rickman, with the cutting inflexion he puts on the word “minister”, and the icier Mirren barely disguise their contempt at the dilly-dallying.

Ben Foster starrer makes an equally compelling case of how even “the world’s most tested athlete” got away with cheating for so long.

Trying to decipher whether all of it amounts to anything, you may appreciate the fact that Triple 9 is as mixed-race as it gets, with no obvious stereotypes.

This is a film though about few words, and most of the action happens in the way the gaze of the two lead roles changes, how she tentatively returns his embrace when they are dancing, the ferocity with which she strikes the piano keys, and moments in which they don’t lock eyes but when they let their eyes drop.

As far as bucks-for-bangs goes, 13 Hours doesn’t disappoint.

While Blanchett not surprisingly is great as this very rich and polished yet dangerously brittle woman who starts off as the more confident and even a tad pushy one in the affair, Mara is a revelation as a girl who is as vulnerable as she is generous.

Leonardo DiCaprio, as DiCaprio does, gives this film all he has got, and more, as he crawls, strips, grunts and grates, and is butchered and butchers in return, for revenge.

Mark Ruffalo’s film is a gripping portrait of what happens when institutions decide they are bigger than the people who make them.