Sumeet Arora

Metro… In Dino is a textbook example of how to squander potential and stretch thin content into an exhausting 2-hour ordeal. Anurag Basu attempts to recreate the charm of Life in a… Metro, but what we get instead is a disjointed, soulless sequel that feels more like a stitched-together YouTube anthology than a cohesive film. The film throws together multiple storylines with no real emotional anchor, no narrative glue. Each arc feels like a discarded draft from a better project—half-baked characters, abrupt transitions, and zero payoff. Rather than letting silence speak or emotions breathe, the movie bombards viewers with non-stop, bland background music that seems to exist solely to fill time. It’s as if the makers realized midway that they didn’t have enough substance and used music as an empty filler to cross the 2-hour mark. What’s worse, the film repeatedly crosses into the territory of glorifying social erosion—not to provoke thought, but seemingly just to appear “edgy” or “different.” But there’s no real insight here, just empty provocation wrapped in faux-modernism. Anurag Basu, once considered a sensitive storyteller, seems to have lost his voice here. What remains is an over-the-hill filmmaker desperately clinging to his brand name while churning out mediocrity. Perhaps it’s time he handed the reins to fresh talent—today’s YouTubers are delivering more compelling, emotionally resonant stories in ten minutes than this film does in two hours. Metro… In Dino is not just a misfire; it’s a cringeworthy mess that tries to pass off laziness as innovation. A waste of time, and a disservice to cinema.

Grossly overrated film. 3 hours of sheer torture.