Desi Kattey is an insipid mishmash of just about every script engaging two friends going separate ways meets underdog sports hero.

I would have liked if the film didn’t so shamelessly exploit my patriotic sentiments to afford it respect in its final scene. I would have liked something much more than this mediocre account of a magnificent reality.

Faux feminism aside, Mardaani is mostly a middling action thriller. If only the script weighed more in intensity of thoughts than stagy heroics and simplistic resolutions, it could do a lot more for women in the film industry if not society in general.

Barns and buildings, trucks, buses, cars (no cow this time) are sucked into the feverishly spinning cyclone’s mouth till the screen transforms into a kinetic explosion of environmental fury.

Some of these frantic images coupled with exceptional detail to sound, especially the waltz of the planes and the blazing tornado are truly spectacular and salvage Into The Storm from being a complete (since we’re on the subject) disaster.

Sajid-Farhad’s first film is mostly a garrulous, occasionally comical farce that intermittently serves as reminder that in the search of “entertainment, entertainment, entertainment” one can always rely on the delightfully loony Johnny Lever. Entertainment is best when it isn’t trying to force laughs out of us with its desperate attempts at wit…

Despite four screenplay writers’ and Salman Khan’s best efforts, Kick fails to impress…

A stale plot with flatly executed scenes of retribution and a lacklustre leading lady; Hate Story 2 is too trivial to be erotic or thrilling…

There’s a strong possibility that you may experience some difficulty in hearing even the voices of your much-assaulted, still recovering head after watching Transformers: Age of Extinction. Given the unexplained draw the Transformers brand has, I won’t be surprised if this one works too. But nearly three hours divided in yawns and headache prompts me to repeat what Optimus Prime says in the end, “Leave Planet Earth alone.”

Heropanti’s sole purpose is to let us know there’s a new actor on the entertainment scene. Nothing about Heropanti is fresh or clever. Saddled with a pedestrian setup, ghastly writing, old-fashioned treatment, tacky styling and uninspiring co-stars, Tiger has little going in his favour.

And the way I see it, he could not have asked for a shoddier launch. Yet somehow beneath the pin-up torso, the soulful eyes and an awkward smile — a genuine, graceful, likeable boy comes through.

Kaanchi must have read important on paper but it’s complete baloney on celluloid.