This is a remake of a Korean film Always/ Only You. Also remade a year ago in Kannada as Boxer. And it successfully hammers the last nail in the coffin of groan-inducing schmaltzy romances. She’s blind and he’s burnt out and they fall in love. She talks so much, it’s a miracle they don’t announce half-way through the movie that he’s gruff and quiet because he’s deaf.

When a delightful Hollywood black comedy like The Nice Guys is playing in the theatre next to this movie, you wish you could get up and sneak into the other movie. But you are so deadened by the unfunny situational comedy unfolding in front that you just wait it out, let the movie die its slow painful death.

The movie spans only the period of April 2004 until October 18, 2004, but it feels like you have lived the life of Veerappan, in the jungles, surrounded by mosquitoes (and bad dialog and silly characters)… Even though the man who plays Veerappan looks spot on like the dacoit, Ram Gopal Varma misses this one by a mile.

What do you do when you are suffering from Agoraphobia? You are too anxious to step out of your comfort zone and too panicky to remain inside the house. When the lead character is Radhika Apte, then the audience feels her fears (what large eyes she has!), her panic attacks, and begin to feel what everyone around her feels…

What happens when two strangers who meet because their loved ones are in the hospital and they’re waiting for news of their health? The need for human understanding, how you connect with the hospital staff, the madness of reading up on the disease… It’s all there. Human and real and funny and serious.

Sarbjit is a brave attempt, but the treatment is so melodramatic and so shrill, you come away with a heavy aching head, instead of a heavy heart at the tragedy of the peoples from both sides of the border.

It’s a brave but pointless attempt to make a fallen star look less fallen. Is there such a thing? The film claims it to be a work of fiction, and manages to make it such a drag, you wonder why they would try and convince people that there was righteous innocence in a game known to be tainted by money.

Nonsensical attempt to sound posh by giving it a fancy title and claiming that it tackles subjects like Naxalites in Chattisgarh. If there is an original idea in the film it is that Naxalites are everywhere amongst us, and that they could be anyone: your doctor, your best friend, your banker, your lawyer, government officials and that they are biding their time for a bloodbath on the streets. Howlarious.

Dimpled Rajasthani prince is suddenly possessed by an evil spirit that makes him contort horribly. Wifey goes back to her home state where cardboard cutout Royal family takes her to priest. It’s black magic! The only guy who can save her husband is her ex boyfriend. Or can he? The movie starts out to be interesting then goes through an entire checklist of horror movie cliches until you are weary…

Lad obsessed with a beautiful girl he met in a faraway land discovers she lives in the same city, is a propah sati-savitri and begins to stalk her. And his attempts at being stalker are so pathetic you cannot but laugh. Everyone tries so hard to ‘act’, you wish it were an honest to God skin flick instead of this dreadful feminist ‘equal right to make out with strangers’ thing…