Homecoming fuses the kinky-swiftness of the original superhero movies with the silly concerns of a 2017’s teenager…

2 hours and 20 minutes later, I walked out of Sachin: A Billion Dreams learning not one additional thing about Tendulkar: Not one factoid, not one statistic.

Maybe it’s convenient filmmaking, or maybe just the essence of God.

Hindi Medium works because it manages to stretch itself beyond its scrubby elements, easy half-baked jokes, lessons about consumerism and our love for English, into a simple story about a boy who would do anything to see his girl smile…

Ram Gopal Varma is back with Part Three of that series, which presented to us the first clear evidence that the great man was slipping…

Despite its gargantuan cast, there are not more than 10 people in Baahubali who actually talk; the others merely exist as echoes. These are people forever chanting their support, nodding their heads in accord, or following directions.

If you think about it, this lop-sided view of heroism is in complete disagreement with the spirit of great movies. But in a world of sheer campy values, as this one, such problems became the very essence of the experience.

If you want to be disappointed, there are better movies to be disappointed by.

This is a half-star picture with one extra star for how ignorant it is about its own quality.

This movie is a perfect example of a city-bred director scanning our heartlands, and instead of taking in all the complexity, all the denseness, stopping to ask himself, “What are the corrections I can highlight in these lives, and how do I stitch together a narrative around these corrections?”

In his first full-length feature itself, Raam Reddy seems to have mastered something that’s most difficult to master in cinema: a way of suggesting a dreamlike clarity in a brazen setting…

Very briefly, we see an honest film and some three-dimensional characters. The dread in Imtiaz Ali’s Tamasha feels real. The silliness, however, comes across as too orchestrated.

In its misappropriation of Freudian themes, the movie gives its protagonist a truckload of guilt, but nothing more to chew on. And all this, means that the grand statement made isn’t anything more than a South Mumbai kid’s version of the all-conquering, all-observing, all-knowing feminine power.

There’s a lot of worship for women that’s comes through in X. But is there enough love?