Bombay Velvet is too bloodless to stun, too passionless to stir…paints a pretty postcard but not the soul of its decade.

…is a hasty uptake of news channels and papers drawn into a skit that’s too short on subtext to be a realised satire and too silly to be taken seriously.

Ultimately, between its sentimental leanings and farcical outbursts, the superficial sermonising of Dharam Sankat Mein remains just that — superficial.

Badmashiyaan does not have any real plot to tell so it crams the script with numerous characters, who enter and leave at will…

Ab Tak Chhappan 2 is so terribly obvious in its deviousness, there’s not even a smidgen of surprise to expect…

Roy is so tangled in its inflated, erratic ideas of a pseudo mystery around parallel lives and loves that it ceases to make sense even before it takes off. Mostly, though, it’s just slow torture.

Khamoshiyan slips into a hopeless mess of time worn ghost busting, freakish sights and comical gems like ‘Hum yeh laash paidal nahi le jaa sakte.’

Unless watching Raj Babbar’s most restrained performance since forever is enough to dole out the price of admission, I’d recommend you grab a copy of Okkadu. Even without subtitles you’ll find it way more engaging.

Whenever Akshay appears on screen, The Shaukeens transforms into another movie — one that’s substantially more comic, cheeky and winsome — it’s the one I enjoyed the most, it’s the one I wished I had come to see.

Super Nani comes pretty close to breaking the record rona dhona in that Juhi Chawla melodrama called Saajan Ka Ghar.