Nila Madhab Panda gives us a film about urban wretchedness in easily digestible drawing-room gollops.

All sound and fury signifying nothing…J P Dutta’s Paltan doesn’t allow JP Dutta his usual blood and gore and glory of war.

Much ado about nothing…Laila Majnu is set in modern-day Kashmir. A Kashmir without guns, gore, government — and, but for one misguided soul, Kashmiris.

While Mila Kunis is an actor with good comic timing of her own, it’s Kate McKinnon who walks away with the film.

Rawson Marshall Thurber is more intent on showcasing Dwayne Johnson’s indisputable superhuman, but also much exposed, talents.

As is the bane of many a Hindi film, High Jack repeats one joke too many, and in seeking an ending where its characters all look good in that much-told rich-vs-poor tale, does ultimate injustice to them.

Hope Aur Hum doesn’t believe in subtlety when it comes to drumming home its message of old giving way to the new, saddling Naseeruddin Shah with the burden of making audiences hope that, surely, there is something better around the corner.

No doubt it’s great to see a film about two old people. But we have seen both Amitabh Bachchan and Rishi Kapoor in that avatar in better films (Piku especially, and in Kapoor & Sons) before this.

Hansal Mehta’s Omerta, starring Rajkummar Rao, is a surprisingly passion-less, rote incident-by-incident telling of the story of a man who is part of one of the most shameful chapters in India’s terror history.

As Thanos sits with “glorious sunshine” playing on his face — a sad fellow eventually after getting what he wanted — the second part of this cinematic battle is already on the drawing board somewhere..