Despite the permanent sense of predictability Jab Harry Met Sejal works albeit only for the first half. The first 70 minutes are like the fun part of a holiday, when you are excited to discover and try new things.

Less tone-deaf humour, more quirks, a shorter running time and a more able younger cast and Mubarakan could have been more delightful.

Tiger Shroff’s moves are all that’s worth watching in this dance-action film…

The good message gets lost in the overload of ‘yakeen’ yarn. For a film that starts out by celebrating Gandhi’s legacy, it’s surprising to see Laxman lose his cool towards the end.

Love aaj kal, flowers, chocolates, kisses, Pritam, Deepika. Vijan lays out all his trump cards and tried-and-tested elements of his ouevre, but nothing can save Raabta.

Baywatch is that lazy, cheesy summer tentpole film which sticks to a template and doesn’t even try to be nifty. When there aren’t drugs and dead bodies landing up on the shore, there is a person or two who needs to be rescued. Gordon rests entirely on Efron and Johnson’s repartee which results only a few moments of mirth. Everyone’s a loser in Baywatch but the biggest of them all is Pamela Anderson. Age has not been kind on the popular model and the filmmakers devote more time on her hair than her actual face.

Neither a compelling tearjerker nor an epic contemporary romance, Half Girlfriend is definitely not the film to celebrate modern love.

This film about the eternalness of first love has its moments – the nifty use of a few old hits such as Meri Pyaari Bindu and Sapno Ki Rani – and is laden with nostalgia (Dear old Rs 500 note, how we miss you) but unlike those songs in the mix-tape, Meri Pyaari Bindu fails to be an all-time classic.

Maatr despite the gravity of the theme is a subpar drama. The film would have been more effective if the mawkish, flashback-heavy songs were skipped. Maatr is a missed opportunity to make a powerful statement against India’s poor track record in dispensing justice and tackling violence against women. Revenge is a dish best served cold; in Maatr it’s crass and oddly flat too.

The only thing that Noor gets right about journalism today is that it takes little to go viral. We still can’t make sense of what Noor has done to become a sensation but by the looks of it recording a “Mumbai, You’re Killing Me” rant, which will make Brihanmumbai Municipal Corporation turn red, and uploading it on Facebook is all it takes.