The good thing about bad films is that sometimes they are so bad that they become good. Which means that at some point, they stop being merely run of the mill mediocre and transcend into a delirium of bewildering narrative, inane dialogue, bad acting and general all around absurdity thereby becoming pure unintentional comedy. Rajjo is such a film.

Deepika and Ranveer make Goliyon Ki Raasleela Ram-leela worth watching.

Watching Satya 2 is like being bludgeoned. I say, stay at home and revisit the first film.

… isn’t a patch on the best superhero films made in Hollywood but it is a step forward for Bollywood. Somewhere in the future of this franchise, the superhero concept and the requirements of mainstream Hindi movies will merge seamlessly. Until then, cut the Roshans some slack and enjoy. I’m going with three and a half stars.

…the story is so compelling and the questions it raises are so urgent.The Fifth Estate is an opportunity lost.

The trouble is that writer-director Saurabh Varma makes this story so unnecessarily convoluted and long that by the time we have the great climactic reveal of who did what, we don’t really care. The forgettable songs and synthetic leading lady – Elli Avram – don’t help. Neither does the somewhat forced desi dilli vibe – you know characters going on about siyapa and chand mar deni hai. Or the laughable scenes of hackers with names like Floppy and Chutney congregating.

There are enough twists, turns and built-in nostalgia to make this reasonably fun. I’m going with two and a half stars.

Captain Phillips isn’t easy entertainment but it is a film that will force you to think. It’s also a visceral experience that shouldn’t be missed. I’m going with four stars.

Ultimately however, Shahid is Raj Kumar’s triumph. His Shahid has strength, anguish and a controlled anger but also real charm. His smile lights up the frame.

See Shahid for him. I’m going with three and a half stars.

The beauty is that debutant director Nagraj Manjule doesn’t give us a shrill polemic on the soul-crushing ugliness that exists in modern India. Instead he creates a poignant portrait of a keenly intelligent boy whose dreams defy his circumstances. Manjule gives us lovely little details – so Jabya, hoping to go a shade lighter, enthusiastically powders his face before school. And his bright, charming face fills with longing when he sees a pair of jeans, which are prohibitively expensive but essential in his Shalu plans.