Shorgul is reduced to a clichéd melodrama with its bloody clashes between the sword-wielding `Musalmaans’ and `trishul-dhaari’ Hindus.

There are some mesmeric bits in here, which belong to Siddiqui. But those are not enough. Without those crucial elements, the film is rendered atmospheric yet hollow, and we are turned into cringing voyeurs, into reluctant participants, without redemption.

This is the kind of film which has something to say, and it says it with both flair and conviction.

Two winsome kids in ‘exotic Rajasthan’ make for a pleasant watch. It’s hard not to be moved by the two kids — Krish Chhabria and Hetal Gadda — and their heart-warming story, directed by Nagesh Kukunoor.

I missed the lightheartedness of the original. This one is touchy-feely-weepy, underlining the movie’s big theme — home is where the heart is. What happened to throwing your head back and laughing?

TE3N is a case of sadly missed opportunities. Because there are rousing actors in here, and there’s a real city to play it all out in. Kolkata is a perfect location for a film like this with its atmospheric patches and the iconic Howrah-Hoogly vistas, reminding you of producer Sujoy Ghosh’s far more engaging ‘Kahaani’, but how a man clad in a dark hoody ( in sultry Kolkata) manages to move around those streets so freely remains an unsolvable mystery.

The only point of interest in this Randeep Hooda, Kajal Aggarwal starrer is that it is set in Kuala Lumpur, a city Bollywood doesn’t much get around to.

Jacqueline, Lisa and Nargis playing lassies in short skirts going by the name Ganga, Jamuna and Saraswati, coming up with the worst lines ever…

The dizzying camera angles which have marred so many of RGV’s recent outings may have mercifully gone missing but the ear-shattering background music is right there.

The Radhika Apte starrer is genuinely frightener, so far away from those unintentionally comic monstrosities it keeps slinging out, that you feel like cheering.