Left to the pretty faces, a film that could have been a charming caper ends up to be a simple disappointment.

While Baby is not a bad film, particularly by Bollywood standards, it is manipulative, ill-informed and lazily written. Its admiration and advocacy of violence is juvenile at best and irresponsible at worst. That said, Pandey, who is credited with story, script and direction, did have the good sense to show us that not all Muslims are terrorists, whether in India or anywhere else.

I is too long, too stupid and too regressive to be entertaining. If you’re determined to watch it, make sure you see the Tamil original and not the awkward, Hindi-dubbed version, regardless of whether or not you understand Tamil. It’s a little longer than the Hindi, but infinitely more fun, especially if you’re with Shankar and/or Vikram fans. The wiser option, however, would be to wait for someone to put I’s best moments on YouTube.

He’s small, furry, has a marmalade addiction and the star of a must-watch film. There’s hope yet for this world, so get yourself a marmalade sandwich and watch Paddington.

The Imitation Game is blessed to have a supporting cast with actors like Mark Strong who are able to rally around the hybrid of Sherlock and Turing that Cumberbatch plays. The acting and editing lift this film out of mediocrity, but just barely.

…it’s a gripping film, but an uncomfortable one. Watch it for Cooper’s powerful acting performance and liberals, don’t beat yourself up if it takes till the end for you to realize Eastwood conned you into caring for a messed-up man with a bloodlust.

The real disappointment of Big Eyes is Burton himself, and that’s reason enough for many of us to look as miserable as the waifs that Margaret painted….The real disappointment of Big Eyes is Burton himself, and that’s reason enough for many of us to look as miserable as the waifs that Margaret painted.

It’ll be interesting to see whether the audiences lap up this exotic piece of rubbish that Sharma has dished up to them, packaged as it is in big-budget fanciness. If they do, then clearly the pundits who go on and on about a new era have it all wrong. You can take India out of the ’80s, but you can’t take the ’80s out of India.

Ugly is a disappointment, not just because it’s a whodunit that sinks like a badly-made souffle but also because we expect better and more of Kashyap. Of him, we expect more taut storytelling, greater sensitivity in characterisation, as well as more originality and insight.

On the face of it, PK is a simple, sweet family entertainer that has its heart in the right place and wants everyone to live happily ever after. It’s also one of the braver films we’ve seen from commercial Bollywood because of Hirani doesn’t shy away from pointing a steady finger at those who would inflame communal tensions for petty, personal gain. Somewhere under Hirani’s seemingly sweet and harmless exterior, is an angry, disappointed and disillusioned man. He doesn’t appear in the film promotions, but he’s the one making the films in which people take on the ugliness of the real world and defeat it. Their weapon of choice: optimism that just won’t give up, no matter how messed up everything may be. However, it’s telling that the one who wields that weapon in PK is an alien who just wants to get off this planet.