If you’re looking for a different taste for your cinema palates (minus the mirch masala), book a seat for Table No. 21. Bon appetit!

For those looking for some logic-less laughtime, groovy tunes topped with some todh-podh – this one could bring some action to your weekend.

Like Jassi says, “Kabhi toh hasliya karo”, this one makes you laugh – in parts!

One plate Chicken Khurana coming up. Everyone’s welcome to dig in. Pure vegetarians, hard-core non-veggies and others. Because, this dish is more a slice of life, than a chicken drumstick, really. So bite into it (with a pinch of salt, of course). A decade after fleeing to the Punjus’ very own phoren land, UK, Omi Khurana (Kunal Kapoor) returns home to Lalton village, Punjab, only for selfish reasons.

This film is all about a bunch of people going bananas, yet, it doesn’t leave you in splits. But if you care for a few giggles, go watch it.

We did leave with one horrifying thought though – of this Bhoot returning (in a third instalment).

From top to basumm Rani is truly Wonderum! As Meenaxi. Prithviraj is simply Eroticumm! He exudes chiselled, raw sexuality in every scene; gets wet, adds Southern masala with his moves, but says nothing reallySachin Kundalkar starts out well, but while juggling between Marathi matrimonials and midnight-masala, his plot goes ‘wakda’ (read: digresses). After a few giggles, erotic gasps, and gaanas (Amit Trivedi), the story stretches pointlessly and loses its scent.Even with such a talented ensemble, this one turns into a cultural showpiece, and gets lost in translation. That’s the sad-partumm!

‘KLPD’ is loaded with lewd jokes, and double-meaning dialogues. So if you’re not a fan of the birds, bees and bathroom humour, stay away.

Our suggestion? Skip it. And save yourself from becoming a bakra.

Everything that has to go wrong will go wrong, but not if you brave it with a broad smiley. So ‘mute’ the high decibel chaos and deafening melodrama around and tune into Barfi ki duniya; which is simple, sweet and SILENT! Yet, extreme emotions of love, joy and pain resound – at different ‘frequencies’.For a story riddled with disabilities, Barfi is more than ably handled by Anurag Basu. He remarkably immerses you in his world of sounds and verbose silences, recreating Chaplin’s antics, stripping two superstars down to basics and sensitively spinning a magical world of unconditional love. The narrative is too non-linear at times, and the pace slows in the second half. That apart, it’s truly path-breaking for Bollywood.