As it has turned out, Bhaag Milkha Bhaag is more the overlong, overblown Singing-Dancing-Flying Sikh, than just the triumphal, true Flying Sikh.

It has left me with some indelible scenes which are sheer poetry, but this is one of those films that I wanted to like much more than I did.

Policegiri is a remake of Saamy, and it is most certainly not a hoot. It is a terrible film, with none of the Tamil original’s sense of fun, trying to boost a star who looks well past his sell-by date. There is not one thing about this film that is worthy of being watched.

Raanjhanaa is a film which is all of a piece in its engaging first half, and a good Bollywood launchpad for Dhanush. Makes me want to see what he will do in his second pass.

This could have been a hoot, but the execution lets down the premise, and the film remains one of those that could have been edgier and funnier.

Suffice it to say, I wasn’t feeling very smart when I left the theatre after two and a half hours of this drivel.

This may be a new film, but it is certainly not madly novel. Delhi Belly had the same idea with the addition of some excrement and expletives, minus one fukra.

The film intends to be part hospital procedural, part courtroom drama, with a dash of chase-and-hunt thriller, all very Robin Cook-ish. But it never really gets there.

A plot that should shame a wafer by its thinness. Random characters popping in and out. And the only thing one can say in its favour is that it is not as terrible as the first.

It’s been a few minutes since I stepped out of Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani, and I’m finding it hard to remember what I’ve just seen. It is a been-here, seen-this, much-too-long glossy creature, and not much else.