This is a film that attempts to make us comfortable with the viewing and experience of disability, by exposing us to its protagonist’s most monotonous and private moments. Charming title aside, Margarita, With A Straw-though a crushing experience deserves to be watched for her.

The painstaking strength of this film could also be misconstrued as its weakness; Court is perhaps so good a movie that it doesn’t look like one. It is unyielding, funny, mundane, occasionally boring and thought provoking, if only in hindsight. Just like life. Live it.

Other than a memorable villain and franchise possibilities, this film-much like Shanghai-leaves me with a vague awareness of its quality. It’s good, but I’d much rather enjoy this director’s cheeky experiments with characters and convention, over pulp and form. Banerjee is the truth, but must he prove his versatility?

NH10 is atmospheric, well acted, moody and crafted with a definite vision. A little more writing and less ‘inspiration’ would have made this its own distinct film.

Perhaps if the filmmakers didn’t assume that not more than fifty Indians have watched Eden Lake, I’d recommend this in a heartbeat. Of a strong, thumping heart.

Unsurprisingly, the studio’s last-gasp stamp—in the form of an against-all-odds race that somehow becomes relevant and holds the contrived key to the fortunes of our mismatched couple—is visible in the dying minutes of Dum Laga Ke Haisha. Inserted for cheap thrills, this still doesn’t take away from a charming end-credit setup that leaves us grinning all the way home. Highly recommended, and hopefully, a sign of faster times in Bollywood High.

If anything, Roy absolutely merits an ambiguous ending, but again, maybe the time has not come to over-decorate a risky concept. The presentation is fine and for now, an idea, in Don Cobb’s words, is the most resilient parasite.

I is anything but uninventive car-smashing, doppelganger-farting Bollywood fare. Shankar’s brand of escapism usually clocks Thalaivaa on a scale of 1 to Tim Burton, but this is an adrenalinfueled and, hopefully, permanent step up for him.

This isn’t an easy film to watch, and not each of its 127 minutes is entirely purposeful. Everyone is an antagonist; there’s not a moment when they are not driven by oppression and greed.
I disliked what I saw, and I dislike thinking or even writing about its familiar environment. And this vile aftertaste is perhaps Mr. Kashyap’s most significant achievement.

I can think of nobody but Aamir Khan as PK, and nobody but Rajkumar Hirani as our teacher. Take in what they say. Enjoy the way they say it. Make this mandatory for impressionable children waiting to hope. After all, these kids will be the ones in charge if extraterrestrials ever pop in to review our planet. And for once, let them think past the stars.

There’s suspension of disbelief, and there’s Action Jackson—where suspension climbs to the top of Everest, moonwalks and floats into the stratosphere strapped with eardrum-shattering jetpacks. Not usually my cuppa, but perhaps this one time, it is. With a shot of rum.