…Gatsby is greedily gorgeous and occasionally sags, luxuriating in a 3D-theatric too many. Still, it showcases Fitzgerald’s drama with flair – a society dancing on a knife’s edge, where everyone drank and romanced too much, but you also heard an odd, wistful sigh – maar daala.

So, BT’s a good experiment, celebrating movies, mindsets and Mumbai’s moods – but it isn’t the coolest film doing so. Woh picture abhi baaqi hai, mere dost.

You will not like this movie if you don’t like corny, occasionally bawdy jokes.

Jolly LLB works because of its bigger point – decency is for all and worth fighting for. Using bittersweet satire and plot twirls, the film shows corruption even used against the corrupt. Despite that weaker first half, this truly becomes a Jolly good show.

Polished-looking, its edges – the tension of feeling harassed at work, office politics, ego flashes – hold rather well. But its centre collapses in a soft mess.

This movie could have been so much more. Like champagne gone flat, the film’s left lying about for too late, its plot meandering everywhere.

If you don’t like Salman Khan, Dabanng 2 won’t pack a punch for you.

This is a serious film – but far from somber, a tongue-tied Nirmal blushingly telling Priti, “Mujhe tumhare pyaar karne ki – matlab, larne ki shiddat bahut pasand hai,” the brigade’s youthful high spirits including stripping British guards and making them do utthak-baithak, and finally, the real ‘Jhunku’ or Subodh Roy talking about his life’s most amazing experience. Like a Chittagong orchid, the movie takes time to blossom – but when it does, it’s beautiful. And pleases a certain master.

You know that thing called ‘thay-ter’ – where people go on stage, speak really loudly, open their eyes wide and laugh uproariously to make their point? Well, ‘thay-ter’ can be good – but transported to cinema, it can stretch a bit thin. And feature some awkward moments – of which Bumboo has a few. Except for the ‘thay-ter’ – that wide-eyed overacting with incessant PJs, gay no-jokes, even some vomiting. Peppy background music lifts the bar frequently while cracks on screwdrivers and biwi-chors help. But Bumboo gets shafted by its lapses into lavatory humour – and too much thay-ter for cinema.

Straight up, Silver Linings Playbook (SLP) is a lovely movie with a heart of caramel – and an occasionally brilliant mind. The story’s endearingly intelligent – “I apologise on behalf of Ernest Hemmingway!” yells Pat breaking a window, outraged by a novel’s sad ending – perfumed by quirky, unconventional romance, celebrating a love for life that hurts and heals together. There are tiny quibbles – it could’ve had a tangent less – but at the end, you’re left with pure silver lining and no cloud.