Having heard rave reviews about this film, I jumped into watching it with a great build-up working the predictable response. But I was sadly let down.
If you have a black humor film taking Smoking as a subtext, you do expect (moderately, at least) some experiments. They hardly exist in this film. All you get is the same old mundane Hollywood corporate gab humor, speeches dripping with cynicism, self-indulgent characters talking to the screen more than half the time, and a cockiness that sadly doesn’t help the affairs. This is not a bad film, but something that I could not enjoy beyond a point of time.

Rocky Balboa
Sly returns with dignity. A dream treatment, underplay of Heroic lines. A narrative which is more human than superhero (I don’t mean that superhero aint human! But…), and a lingering memory of Rocky makes this a good Sunday afternoon watch. Kinda walk down memory lane. Don’t go expecting lots of punches; you might get a pale ‘Punchy’. But Stallone delivers, equally good as a director and the actor. It’s his words that you love more than his punches (which are few and far between anyways).