Many parallels can be drawn between commercial Indian cinema and conventional superhero sagas. Its beauty lies in the fact that they are inherently cartoonish at heart, often at the cost of relatability, without being boring or animated. Unfortunately, Kochadaiiyaan is both, and even Rajinikanth’s loyal fans will crave for the real thing.

I understand the need to market this film as an oldschool launch vehicle, but I have a question for the producers: Is ‘Heropanti’ the real phrase that comes to your mind when unsuspecting viewers buy tickets to watch your film?

Honey Singh proves to be mildly competent, thereby not fitting into the scheme. Still, this is nothing that can’t be overcome with a rowdy gang of friends and pre-screening tequila shots. 3 stars for the entertainment. Note that the final rating is the Arithmetic Mean-still two more than the number of stars in the film.

The magnitude of brutality and shock is always amplified if preceded by brighter times, but in Children Of War, there is rarely any cause for hope or joy and sadness is only succeeded by further despair. I recommend its power to feel alive, but this isn’t for the faint-hearted.

Commercialism, greed, murder, chaos, brutality, self-indulgence…the filmmakers are guilty of all these traits.

Gupte works hard to imbibe collections of moments into his storytelling; the love and conviction for his subject is indisputable. Hawaa Hawaai isn’t as compelling as his previous efforts, but still merits a watch for the gratifying culture he has constructed.

The story about this miraculous goat heads nowhere. The satire is too consistent, and the same ignorance repeats itself in different ways. Inexplicably, there is no third act. It feels like the filmmakers ran out of unconventional characters, and didn’t even bother to end on an ambiguous note.

Purani Jeans is an unfortunate throwback to a non-existent era-a constant struggle to climb down an escalator that is clearly going up.

You know exactly how it’s going to end, you know this is technically a partition story set within the simplistic confines of a low-budget (anti) war drama. Yet, it is riveting to witness their body language, their lapse in ideologies, when facing the wrong end of a smoking Rifle. These are two artistes at the top of their game, engaging us in a battle that is not theirs to fight.

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