Angry Indian Goddesses is a must-see and not only because it is unlike anything Hindi cinema has produced before.

It strikes a fine and rare balance between thematic gravitas and breezy entertainment.

Tamasha is at best a one-time watch because of the sparkle the leads lend to it. It could have been so much more.

X: Past Is Present has its share of dull, grey patches, heightened by the hollow philosophy on life and art that K spouts in his weaker moments. But these are few and far between.

From the heady to the humdrum, the film drifts much like the protagonist himself, but, like him again, makes it to a reasonably meaningful destination.

The overwrought PRDP might not be that bad, but it is syrupy to the point of being unendurable. Only for Salman Khan fans.

He Named Me Malala is a must-see for anybody who cares about the world and the cause the protagonist stands for.

Bollywood biopics usually tend to be horrendously bloated and overwrought. Main Aur Charles is anything but.

If that isn’t enough of an incentive, watch it for Randeep Hooda’s alluring French drawl and Adil Hussain’s sturdy presence.

In a film in which nobody smiles, Raghuvanshi’s character embodies the sole ray of hope and the debutante makes no false moves.

The same is true of the film as a whole. Titli is an unflinching, insightful chronicle of our times. Do not miss it.

While it does not live up to its title as a package, it fulfils much of the expectations that the audience might have from a film produced jointly by Karan Johar on the one hand and Vikramaditya Motwane and Anurag Kashyap on the other.

It brings together two different worlds and succeeds in striking a balance between the two. For that, and for much else, Shaandaar deserves hearty ovation.

Wedding Pullav is badly cooked. Dig into it at your own risk.

About the only relatively likeable performance is delivered by Sunny Singh, who plays the boy who is reduced to running errands for the girl who has him in her thrall.

But not all the pyaar in the world can compensate for the pea-brained piffle the film dumps on the audience.