Tom Cruise is a perfectly good reason to catch any and every Mission Impossible movie.

The exhilaration his death defying stunts provides, ones he so insists on doing on his own, give Ethan Hunt that unmatched credibility which separates action heroes from action figures.

While the titular superheroes get busy making a go of it, Ant Man’s feel for wit and goodwill peppers the proceedings.

Most of it is a consequence of Lang’s delightful dependence on old pal Luis (Michael Peña). Peña continues his scene-stealing comedic streak along with a loony crew. Gags involving truth serums and Russian folklore figure Baba Yaga inject Ant-Man and the Wasp with such infectious merriment; the smile stays on long after you’ve left the theatre.

Diljit Dosanjh’s striking self-possession, like the champion he’s portraying, doesn’t let it come in the way of a performance that screams g-o-a-l.

Ranbir covers a wide range of Dutt’s changing physicality — the minutest of details are captured in his shoulders, eyes, frame, voice — but it’s the internalisation of Dutt and the intelligence to know what to highlight and where to hold back that lends candour borderlining on conceit such awe-inspiring authenticity.

Incredibles 2’s tottering scene-stealer is more than pleased to be the best thing about its flying, fizzy, whimsical, endearing and 3D action-packed two hours.

Given the talent involved, its feeble male presence and failure to look beyond heterosexual framework is disappointing. But it is also definitely worth a watch for exactly the same reason.

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom is every bit a horror film split into predictable hostility and periodic close calls…

It’s like Chewbacca’s groaning presence, John Williams’ classic tune and other familiar props and paraphernalia, everything is just doing its bit to compensate for Harrison Ford’s sorely missed devilry

Deadpool started out as a passion project for Reynolds, but now that it has tasted box-office blood, he’s on a course correction. Which means Green Lantern gets yet another jab in the jaw.

The joke’s a bit old now, but the Regenerating Degenerate is only getting started.

Hope Aur Hum never strays into complicated territory and sticks to its gentle celebration of everyday highs and lows. Its idealism may seem intentional, but never ever contrived.