The plotting is oafish, the character motivations are boringly shallow, and there seems to have been a catastrophic misreading of what palace politics entail. Bajpayee, Bachchan and Ronit Roy are wasted, but have it better than the women. The great Rohini Hattangadi is given nothing to do and vanishes midway through, while Yami Gautam appears incredibly vacuous, the actress perhaps unaware what to do because she doesn’t usually get to stay alive and unharmed in her films.

Baahubali 2: Rajamouli never loosens his grip on the narrative. Prabhas is a hero to celebrate. This is the rare sequel that is better than the first…

The fundamental problem with Phillauri, I believe, may be one of miscasting. Raza Murad, the man with the greatest voice of all, is around but doesn’t get to speak much. Sharma, similarly, is perfectly suitable as a ghost when gliding around or trying to blow out a chandelier bulb, but, despite sparkly translucence, she has no aura. It is in flashback that she sparks brightest, when she listens to a record for the first time, or when she allows herself to grin at the idea of shamelessness. Life becomes her.

Vikramaditya Motwane’s ingenuous new film, Trapped, exploits this detachedness the city gets off on, simply by taking the island metaphor further

What makes Badrinath Ki Dulhania work, really, is the intent and the two principal actors…

Logan is a relentless and thrilling film, a film that takes things farther than you may imagine…

Rangoon haunts in unlikely fashion and, while the director’s most straightforward picture, holds enough of its own marvels to justify multiple viewings.

Like a song-and-dance troupe trampling all over a map of Europe to tell their own fractured, misguided jokes, or an old man cosily swilling wine after having faked his own death, Rangoon may be direct, but it is never obvious.

Hidden Figures tells us a genuinely inspirational story in obvious fashion, and is buoyed by the performances all around…

This is a film about how we all — Batman included, obviously — love something about the Batman, and it celebrates all of it. Even the shark-repellent.

The magic lies in all those bricks coming together with a profoundly satisfying click.

This is by far the most credible an Indian sport film has ever felt, with even the commentators getting in on the action, giving most of us a tutorial in how to watch the sport.

Dangal teaches us where rainbows lie in wrestling, and while it is a celebration of true greats — and true grit — this isn’t about one sport.

India needs to watch this film for the way it puts the ‘her’ in ‘hero.’