Sadly, Ishkq In Paris comes off mostly derivative, and wholly predictable.

The film could have done with more finesse in the way it begins and ends, but there are enough subtle shifts in the main act to keep me with it. After Monsoon Wedding and The Namesake, The Reluctant Fundamentalist is Nair’s most engaging work. – See more at: http://www.indianexpress.com/news/review-the-reluctant-fundamentalist-is-mira-nairs-most-engaging-work/1117080/0#sthash.mwL52ECG.dpuf

Somewhere in the too-complicated strands of Aurangzeb is a film struggling to cohere. This is what we have: too many subplots with threads hanging, criss-crossing a main plot that is over baked and undercooked.

Fittingly, Bollywood’s first zom com (zombie comedy) borrows broad brushstrokes from this very Hollywood genre, not the least of which are the zombies, with their blank eyes, staggering walk, and blood-spattered teeth. That the setting is Goa, whose beaches are over-run with unwashed, stringy-haired, glassy-eyed foreigners, helps. – See more at: http://www.indianexpress.com/news/movie-review-go-goa-gone/1114060/#sthash.J71eWKVK.dpuf

It’s nice for Gippi to be saying what it does. That fat and frumpy is not bad. That it is quite all right to be who you are, and not anyone else. That winning is not everything. But it would have been nicer if it had been said in a newer, fresher way.

Bombay Talkies is a film that gives you what all good films should: it has stories, it has emotion, and it has drama. It has people you want to know.

The dialogue, smutty and excessive, is poured heavily upon everything. Not as much bang for my buck as I would have liked.

Once the lovers come together, and the first act is over, why does everything slide? This Aashiqui 2 holds out promise, but doesn’t make the most of it.

Ek Thi Daayan starts out as a well-acted, well-produced supernatural thriller, which could , and should, have climaxed with a knock-out punch. To which end, somebody should have walked across the wrap with a deft pair of webbed feet.

It also has a story that creaks . Minus these irritants, it would have been a pure adrenaline rush. Step out for the popcorn when the actors break into song; rush right back in when the fists start to fly.