Dabangg 3 is the kind of indulgent rubbish that dispels the fundamentals of film-making to highlight its hero’s virtue and vigour at any cost…

You can imagine the standard of Pagalpanti’s humour when characters are named Wifi, Bully and Tully, a hospital placard reads Dr Trump and bitter gourd is mistaken for poison to evoke laughs…

Although more class monitor than captain, the Dulquer factor is the only saving grace of this bland confection. His charisma and cricket are up to the mark.  

There’s no head or tails to anything that happens in Saaho…

Jabariya Jodi constantly confuses tacky as terrific…

With so many maladies plaguing the movie, it’s too bad there’s nothing like a scriptwriting Shafakhana.

Simplistic and lopsided, Super 30 is so satisfied by its master-to-mahatma narrative, it ends up seeing superb in so-so.

From treating women like toys, trampling all over their feelings and then acting like a wounded martyr and misunderstood genius wronged by the world, Kabir Singh rounds up every foolish male’s ultimate fantasy.

Lack of rules can be refreshing, but to watch a sicko getting away after ticking every wrong in the book just rankles.

It’s unbearable, this dullness. You’ll find more action in a grocery shop’s CCTV footage than in all of India’s Most Wanted. 

You’ll find more wisdom on such matters in a Sara Ali Khan interview