It’s hard not to be awestruck.

The 53-year-old leading man hasn’t self-destructed in five films, and I, for one, can’t wait to see Cruise lunge forth a sixth time.

… several parts of the film work and, for the most part, Drishyam motors along far more efficiently than most Hindi films — but isn’t that too low a bar?

Masaan is an immense achievement for a first-time filmmaker and must be applauded…

It’s a pretty watchable light movie, but ah, it could have been a Wright movie.

Bajrangi Bhaijaan is an overearnest, oversimplified, sweet and frequently schlocky film, which works because of a finely picked supporting cast, some sharp lines of dialogue and, most crucially, its overall heart.

The ingredients are all there and there are times it’s all good and rollicking, but a lot of it seems slapped hurriedly together. The fact that Guddu and Rangeela are a couple of weary dogsbodies who, according to their theme song, ‘drink down their own tears, neat’ is never shown to us, only told. Still, it’s a decent ride.

It’s no Ishqiya, but at least it has some heart.

Killa is a deep film with lofty ambitions, and there are parts — like the unpredictability of a moment that ends in a bite of fish — where the film soars jawdroppingly high.

Yet, I suspect the scenes that leave you awestruck aren’t the point of Killa. This is even better. This is a film you should watch for its lovely, lovely lulls.

There has quite frankly never been anything like it before, and it is an essential film for lovers of the movies, children, parents and inner-children everywhere.

It is insightful, intoxicating and incredible, and when I was done with it, scrubbed and sobbed and sated, I felt I’d been scribbled on by Pixar crayons.

…is a perfectly passable blockbuster with a B-movie heart — but why on earth would you want to watch something so unremarkable when Mad Max: Fury Road is still in theatres and gets better on each viewing?

…a film where three fine actors all play idiots. The film is a dreadful drag, with godawful dialogue.