On the upside, for children, A Flying Jatt provides clean entertainment – with its innocence, it evokes more Haathi Mere Saathi and less cool-cat Krrish. The film takes off only because of its simplicity – a flying jatt who’s afraid of heights, a rarity in dark times of Udta Punjabs.

Mohenjo Daro should’ve had many more grand moments. As it is, it’s less Ben Hur and more Amrapali – sans the sex appeal of Vyjanthimala’s bustiers. However, its scale and imagination make it an interesting watch – as does the intriguing notion of Hrithik as India’s first pratham sevak.

That’s epic enough.

As an entertainer, Dishoom delivers. If you’re good with laughter, not logic, Dishoom is actually two much fun.

The trouble is its length. At nearly three hours of runtime, Sultan gets heavy and repetitive…Go watch Sultan – it’s got moments of “ghana” good fun.

Sarbjit breaks your heart – but in contrast to India-Pak fantasies like ‘Gadar’, it bears no blame. It makes you cherish your loved ones – and appreciate others too.

Sarbjit makes a point. Humans come and go. Humanity survives.

The action’s glorious but stretches while the naivete of Gaurav’s parents (Deepika and Yogendra), unaware of their only child’s feelings, seems slightly unbelievable. Yet, ending with a Baazigar-esque twist, Fan makes you feel Darr all over again.

Watch it – you’ll know why you’re SRK’s Fan.

…the direction, frequently evoking Monsoon Wedding, keeps things family-focused, with a moving camera and characters in meltdown. Wicked, witty and wise, Kapoor & Sons does Karan Johar proud.

Because it’s about loving your family – sharp edges and all.

Jai Gangaajal packs a punch with its panorama (a Badaun-like landscape where girls are hung from trees), dilemma and performances – particularly the one by ‘Madam Sir’, who wields a lathi you will love.

Based on Patricia Highsmith’s The Price of Salt, Oscar-nominated Carol is a triumph of its lead actors. Cate Blanchett sweeps through the film in a flurry of lipstick and furs. Stylised to her finger-tips, Blanchett makes everything Carol does, down to eating the olive from a Martini, an act of sensual fashion.

You get style – including six-pack Noor painting shirtless (explains why artists score more – can you imagine writers taking their tops off to work?) – but little depth. To play with a great quote, oh what a tangled web we weave, when we learn to retrieve – in this case, retrieving a classic indeed caused a tangle, albeit one of Pashmina dhaagas.