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.

Despite its flaws, I find myself looking back at Dil Dhadakne Do and smiling.
Dil Dhadakne Do translates to let the heart beat.

The heart, it wants what it wants, and that’s all very well, especially if it wants the kind of watery climaxes where hugs solve everything.

But ah, how I wish this film hadn’t gone doggystyle.

It is a film with tremendous heart — one that made me guffaw and made me weep and is making sure I’m smiling wide just thinking about it now — but also a sharp film, with nuanced details showing off wit, progressive thought and insightful writing.

Take a bow, Juhi Chaturvedi, this is some of the best, most fearless writing I’ve seen in Hindi cinema in a while.

This is the first truly great film of 2015. It is a film worth watching and recommending and loving, like a novel you can’t wait to lend to friends you care about. And as the end-credits rolled with Golden Years playing, I realised even David Bowie’s older now, too. And that doesn’t seem so bad. Just look at Woody Allen.

…may well be a mainstream milkshake of a film, but it is one of those madly indulgent shakes — featuring Snickers bars and dark chocolate sauce and gourmet coffee and spiked with a few swallows of something decidedly adult. Something that’ll keep you giggling and energised and awake far longer than it should.

As Tony Stark would say about thousand-year-old whiskeys, drink up.