…displeased that Samrat was part-kickboxer like Robert Downey Jr. and partsociopath like Cumberbatch-a combination most unsatisfactory in a Rajshri setup.

‘Two States’ lacks that exact sense of casting, instead relying too heavily on people’s perception of the book and its’ modest goals.

The story is tropical and interesting; the execution of screenplay, not so much. Jal is constructed as the kind of expansive cinema that begged to be shot on pure film. Rather unfortunate, because Jal ends up as the kind of film that begged to be pure unadulterated cinema.

Pulkit Samrat ends the film with an impassioned speech about corruption and abuse of power right to the faces of the perpetrators. There is truth in these words, albeit one that barely registers because of the 106 long minutes taken to reach this moment.

Despite its timely intentions and catchy soundtrack, Youngistaan is a skewered immature tale that caters to the lowest common denominator of hope. It doesn’t give its viewers too much credit, and eventually resembles the political system it represents. Make of that what you will.

Dishkiyaoon confounds on a very basic technical level. Baweja sincerely tries, but is undone by scrambled writing that relies more on colorcoding than action or entertainment.

I wouldn’t go as far as declaring this imitation to be the best form of flattery, but Gang Of Ghosts does arouse enough curiosity to make you want to watch the real deal. Excuse me while I procure a DVD.

Are you okay with the fact that Divya Dutta is a psychiatrist that specializes in paranormal cases? Or that her initial scenes are preceded by the same stock footage of Marine Drive? It doesn’t matter. The makers are sure you will be okay with Miss Leone wearing her sexiest lingerie to bed every night. Or tied to a chair in lingerie. Where will you ever see that?

Bewakoofiyaan isn’t Nupur Asthana’s best effort (out of two), but I’m still going to look forward to her next. All she needs is an ambitious screenplay and a voice—perhaps her own?

There is nothing more heartbreaking than watching a promising film dissipate within the acid of its own intentions. That I still don’t doubt its crowd-pleasing roots is a testament to the actors involved, despite the one unforgiveable behavioral flaw: A football fan that puts his wife, job and kids ABOVE the game?