Humshakals couples its crude farce with a certain aggression, as if daring the audience to stay in their seats while it repeatedly spits at them.

This is not filmmaking, this is sadism.

Fugly can’t, in all good conscience, be called an actual movie — but it is the most appropriately titled mess of all time.

Holiday is about the brave men and women fearlessly serving the nation and making sure you rest easy. The men and women who take on unthinkable odds, waking up and rushing to theatres first thing in the morning to catch a movie starring the hero and heroine from Joker and made by the guy who made Ghajini.

We watch, and we warn, so you may not have to. Because a critic is never off duty.

X-Men: Days Of Future Past crams so, so much plot into its two-hour running time that there isn’t room to get bored.

Kochadaiiyaan, alas, is a fundamentally flawed dud, one without anything to applaud besides grand (if self-glorifying) ambition. And little is as heartbreaking to witness as utterly failed ambition.

It is a film with simple ambition and one that gives lovers of smaller movies hope: At a time when indie movies are increasingly taking pride in their verbal and grammatical incoherence, Fading Gigolo is evidence that a movie doesn’t have to mumble to be modest.

Hawaa Hawaai is an earnest, important and evocative film. It’s a well-textured and etched film, one refreshingly lacking in villains — even the richest, chubbiest kid isn’t a meanie — and one that heartbreakingly but smilingly illustrates the disparity between the kids shown in the film and the kids who can afford to buy theatre tickets to watch this film.

The new Spider-Man film gets everything wrong except the girl.
For now we can go home, turn up the real Spider-Man 2 and watch Peter Parker try to deliver pizza.

Bhoothnath Returns has a few laughs but it ignores the basics. Despite the hiccups, the film is relatively strong up until midway, when suddenly, without warning, it turns into a poor-people montage, a bewildering collection of moments showing poverty and riots — set to song, no less — and ending in a bunch of stills of people pushing carts and pulling rickshaws and looking perfectly happy with their lives, if a trifle puzzled by the photographers.

All in all, this is a crackling ride — and one helluva Chevrolet commercial, it must be said.

It’s genuinely surprising, it’s just jingoistic enough to not hurt, it moves the Marvel cinematic universe forward a great deal, it has a solid ensemble cast, it has many an in-joke (Community fans who prefer Troy over Abed might learn that the biggest lesson is to stay in school) and it finally gives us a Captain America worth celebrating.