Aiyya-re aiyya! Ye kya kiya re?…Pretty boy Sidharth Malhotra is good in family dramas, but terrible in other films.

Akshay Kumar’s well-padded ego trip…Problem is that Akshay Kumar is too obviously driven by the later — egoistic, self-promotion instinct.

Padmaavat is offensively chauvinistic, blatantly right-wing, and quite unabashedly anti-Muslim.

Soni, who has written and directed My Birthday Song, is so in love with his own creation that he wanted his presence to be felt throughout.

Vodka Diaries is a very bad, very poor, often-incoherent and illogical pirated copy of Shutter Island.

Tiger Zinda Hai is mounted on a mega scale that’s impressive. But inside it sits a piddi (a teeny-weeny thing) which can’t even pull off a biscuit trick.

Fukrey Returns, which arrives four years after Fukrey, sloppily riding the goodwill of the original, has to be endured, not enjoyed.

Varun can do action, comedy, romance, dance, look queer, yet in all of these it’s also very apparent that he’s faking it, pretending.

If you are going to pay to watch this film, I beseech you to stay on for the last song. It’ll send you off smiling. Jackie Chan is great. Not just as the bumbling, fighting professor, but also as the Bollywood hip-shaking hero. Sonu Sood seemed as misplaced and wasted as the Indian beauties in their dupatta-less ghaghra-cholis.

The film is flawed, not just in pacing, but also some characters.