Dear reader, this is a delicious, beautiful little film. Just don’t watch it on an empty stomach.

Shuddh Desi Romance is basically the Indian interpretation of Julia Roberts’s Runaway Bride. The stories are different but the central idea is the same: what happens when someone loves falling in love but panics at the idea of getting married?

It’s the stuff of a romantic comedy, made all the more poignant because it’s real.

So imagine the disappointment of watching Jobs and realising a film about Steve Jobs doesn’t really bother with aesthetics, logic or storytelling. The music is forgettable, the cinematography is unimaginative and there are no insights into what made Jobs one of the most influential men of our times.

There’s fine line between familiar and boring, and The Wolverine looks like it’s a franchise that needs someone to stop it from mutating into predictable and dull.

Ultimately though, it isn’t the sex or the characters of B.A. Pass that are memorable. It’s the electric beauty of director-cinematographer Ajay Bahl’s Delhi and that luminous, topsy-turvy Paharganj made up of lurid lights, dreams and nightmares.

There’s not much to Bajatey Raho beyond its characters. More than a plot, Bajatey Raho is a series of gags and not all of them work equally well. But the film has strong acting performances and at 107 minutes, it doesn’t waffle around. Had it been longer, your patience could have worn thin. As it is now, you’ll walk out with a silly grin on your face.

The audience for Ship of Theseus must enter the auditorium with a different set of criteria than what decides if a Bollywood film is a hit or miss. You’re expected to keep in mind that style can trump credibility, that this is director Anand Gandhi’s first film, and the focus is upon the intriguing idea that inspired it rather than the set of events that make up the plot of Ship of Theseus.

Despicable Me 2 may not be as clever or as good a story as the its predecessor, but it’s just so darn cute that you’ll spend all 98 minutes (plus intermission) grinning delightedly.

There’s a lot that’s painfully unmodern in Khoobsurat and depending on your background, it will feel either ridiculously old-fashioned or sadly constant.