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Let's start with Soori's whirlwind of a performance, then transition to Anna Ben's big breakout. Wonderful right? Sure, why not? Let's give them the solace of performance. Now, I'll take a dramatic pause before beginning (the director certainly took a few). What on earth did I watch? Whether or not Meena was possessed, Vinothraj certainly was. With shades of Sathyajit Ray, Vinothraj promises a Pather Panchali-esque viewing experience minus the Pather Panchali.

You read that right. A lack of sympathy, heartfelt emotion, dialogue, and god forbid Vinothraj adds a soundtrack. While the themes and symbolism hit the spot from an artistic view, such a film would be best kept in an exhibition, or better yet, a museum. Promising nothing apart from a subtle twist, a few gripping scenes, and some impeccable cinematography, the film lacks substance. Of course, it'll be raved on by pseudo-cinephiles in the hopes of putting on a cultured facade, but personally, I can see through the shallow attempt at garnering praise.

Too many overhead shots of Soori simply walking, or other characters doing absolutely nothing. One must ask themselves, have the principles of Chekov's gun vanished from modern era filmmaking?

The symbols are fine, the film, however, is not.

A rom-com? Check. A powerful star-cast? Check. Woody chasing cats? Check, check, check! Fly me to the moon takes me back to Meg Ryan saying "I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail." I know, You've Got Mail is untouchable, but Fly Me to the Moon definitely goes as far as to graze it. Starting with the performances, can we just applaud Channing Tatum on continuing to deliver his lines in the funniest way possible? Starting from side-remarks in Coach Carter, to being naked half the time in Magic Mike, he's definitely got jokes. Not to mention, he's met his match in every acting measure by Johansson. Her poise in every role is nothing short of spectacular.

Aside from the titular characters, it was lovely to see Ray Romano don the cape of the funniest man alive once more. From making me roll off the couch in pure, unadulterated laughter in Everybody Loves Raymond, his comedic sword remains ever so sharp, with witty jokes and wisecracks galore. The premise of the film remains thorough - gripping, lighthearted, and just pure fun. I didn't feel as though it was worth a movie ticket, or popcorn, or the large size drink in my hand, but there I was, enjoying myself ever step of the way.

The film does have a few unnecessary details that bog it down, such as the lack of depth to Johansson's character, or the stone-faced demeanour of Tatum's performance, but surprisingly, Woody fills in those gaps, and it's a genuinely memorable viewing experience - they may have wanted to bring in Kubrick, but nobody could've topped this, not even the man himself.