This is possibly the best and the grandest belated gift a man can offer his childhood. Do yourself a favour.

Raanjhanaa isn’t easy viewing. Kundan and Zoya aren’t easily likeable. They have flaws. They make mistakes. Blunders, really.

Whether all kids inherit their parents’ moral temperament I do not know but where Bollywood is concerned, its conditioning on filmmakers is undeniable. And going by what the inspired but engaging Aurangzeb has to offer, it’s not such a bad thing.

Bombay Talkies may or may not celebrate cinema in the direct sense. Except for its hopelessly tacky end-credits — a complete waste of star power and resources, Bombay Talkies is an absorbing ode to the language of cinema that is part of our collective system.

It honours the imagination and enthusiasm that attracts so many young men and women in this country to embrace a life of risk and rush – filmmaking.

Zany, zippy, meaningful and sweet, there is never a single dull moment in The Croods.

Abhishek Kapoor’s clarity of vision makes Kai Po Che — the adaptation of a mediocre novel — so irresistible.

ABCD tugs at your emotional cords all the way as Prabhu Deva tries to convert a bunch of street ruffians into champions.

Oh yes, Special Chabbis is my second favourite film of 2013 so far.

Often it is this hold on the viewer through constant influx of escapism and pomp with magnificently choreographed songs, razzle dazzle of colours/style/design, appropriate dosage of humour and ritzy production values that distracts one from Student of the Year’s brash celebration of superficiality and obvious lack of depth.

There’s no sign of character fatigue or repetition. Armed with superb writing and a keen understanding of Kanji’s convictions and qualms, the actor grabs his viewer’s attention from start to finish. Like the remark of the guy in the shop, ‘Bande mein dum hai, yaar.’