It breaks my heart to tell you that Chennai Express left me cold. This hyper, eager-to-please Rahul sorely tested my patience. And after a while, the innumerable references to DDLJ seemed like a lazy shot at siphoning some of the enduring affection we have for that film. Anupama Chopra writes.
An accurate way to describe Besharam would be to call it the cinematic equivalent of a dinner made with leftovers. There is a bit of everything, nothing is exactly fresh, and in the end you’re left wondering if it was wise to have chucked it all in together. Sarit Ray writes.
B.A. Pass holds your interest as long as Bahl sticks to Sikka’s darkly twisted story. But each time he diverges -- including his choice of the film’s cheesy name the narrative wobbles. Still, it is much better than its tacky posters let on. Anupama Chopra writes.