What makes us watch, despite everything—the overheating, the overwriting– is Vidya Balan, who dares to go where not too many leading ladies have. This is her film. But it would have been a better, braver film if it had let her go all the way, not just in bed.

There is a generous sprinkling of the F word, and juvenile phrases : one is unraveled, for those who do not know, as Kilometer Litre Petrol Diesel. Groan.

‘Rockstar’ looks as if there may be something in it, despite the familiar post-teen love tropes that Ali sets up. We’re still trying on new girl Fakhri for size, just as her hero is, and keeping an open mind.

The kindest thing I can say about ‘Miley Naa Miley Tum’ is that it is not a disaster.

It is a superstarry slurry sludge, with just the occasional consolatory sparkle.

The trouble with `My Friend Pinto’ is that it takes so long to get to the point where it starts to feel like a film that you almost give up. Characters tumble about, minus direction.

Despite its irritants, and a few loose ends, `Mujshe Fraandship Karoge’ has well done on-the-surface flash, which comes off nicely because it doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Two conmen trying to outsmart each other. What else? Two conmen trying to outsmart each other. And? Nothing.

`Sahib Bibi aur Gangster’ is one of those films which occasionally slides smoothly into top gear, but the ride overall bumps over traversed terrain.

I wanted to stay till the bitter end to see just what could be worse than awful, but I turned chicken. Running away is often the only way to survive.