If you discount the enduring cliché in Kurush Deboo’s presence, SFKTNP celebrates the cultural stereotypes of this cozy community with lighthearted and inoffensive humour. It’s certainly nowhere as grating and overbearing as the other Bhansali, Sanjay Leela’s proclivity for regional excesses as witnessed in Devdas and Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam. The toning down is some accomplishment for the King of Extravagance given that he has both — produced and written the film.

Ek Tha Tiger has a lot going for it with its two certified stars no one will contract an eyesore looking at and a supporting cast (Ranvir Shorey, Girish Karnad) that never lets you down along with plush production values typical to a Yash Raj product.

Vicky Donor loses some of its sperm, er steam, in the second half when the sentimental, ethical reasoning creeps in, it feels a bit avoidable and protracted. Except by then you have begun to care too much for these characters and its unassuming vibe to create a ruckus.

Sly, gripping and taut, Kahaani is much too enjoyable to find flaws. This is, without doubt, Sujoy Ghosh’s best work so far. Go watch it.

Sukanya Verma feels that Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu is neither on the epic side like Dharma Productions’ great, grand ancestors nor weighed down by an overload of pop culture references of those that define the genre.

…less of a remake, more of a tribute. They should have just called it Dharmapath.

Rockstar isn’t entirely above flaws though. The irregular narrative could do with some smooth editing avoiding the uneven, jerky feel to the proceedings.

Yellow Boots, co-written by him and wife Kalki Koechlin, also essaying the ‘Girl’ in the title, is a compilation of abstract frames, which often stir from their surreal state to expose the ugly, upsetting corners of society. The narrative refuses, almost doggedly, to follow a conventional structure. Instead like fluttering pages of a disorderly diary, it is puzzling, self-indulgent, wandering and personal.

It doesn’t take offense at anything but will charm you anyway.

Quite conveniently, a politically correct Advani never shows Akshay playing against India. Predictably, the men in blue do march to victory; it’s just a few shades darker than I would have liked to cheer for.