1917 movie review: In line with recent films on war, 1917 is not celebration of valour or glory, neither is it shy in its portrayal of the grime of it.

Some sequences go on for too long, and there are places where the lack of finesse is evident, but it works for the film. Spit and polish is strictly for uniforms: the life (and death) of a soldier is a messy thing.

At its best moments, you cannot help but have your heart broken: Jamie Foxx doesn't have to say anything; his prison-weathered face is map of pain and humiliation and indignation.

Jai Mummy Di movie review: Supriya Pathak, predictably, makes the most of things. But Poonam Dhillon, whom we see on screen after a long gap, deserved better.

It takes a seasoned and indisputable talent like Mohanlal to even muster some reactions and perform with a straight face in the presence of Arbaaz Khan.

Pattas movie review: Pattas, starring Dhanush, Sneha and Mehreen Pirzada, has "style", but less substance.

The main pleasures of Ala Vaikunthapurramuloo are not unravelling of the secrets that the characters are determined to carry to their graves. It is Trivikram's writing and his intention to tell a story and entertain the audience without any rush.

Mahesh Babu seamlessly switches between comic banter and serious punchlines. And that's a big plus for the movie.

Despite the talent of Rose Byrne, Tiffany Haddish and Salma Hayek, each of whom hardly needs any embellishing, this film runs like watery mascara even if no one's really does through the ups and downs and ups again.

Tanhaji movie review: I enjoyed Saif Ali Khan’s maniacal bad guy, which comes off as yet another variant (Ranveer Singh, Sanjay Dutt) of the flesh-devouring, diabolical, ruthless enemy that Bollywood currently delights in.

Darbar movie review: Darbar remains a Rajinikanth film which bows at each step to the continuing myth of the one and only Thalaivar.

Chhapaak movie review: You look at Deepika Padukone, so far away from the dressed-up, made-up parts she’s done till now, and acknowledge an actor who wants to break out of her safe zone, to actually inhabit someone else’s skin even if it’s burnt. Yes, it’s worthy, but it’s also very watchable.

Richard Jewell movie review: It is the kind of hero Clint Eastwood's films are made of: a quintessential ordinary American fellow, who loves his guns plus other 'traditional' values, who is driven by his sense of duty, and who is mistreated by the system.

It's only Taylor Swift, descending perched on a crescent moon, sprinkling sparkling catnip powder, who looks like the cat that got the cream. There is really no other kind you want to watch.

Sab Kushal Mangal movie review: The film breaks out of an uneasy mess by a contrivance, and tries to steer towards lightness by making Baba, the local yokel, fall for the very girl he has ‘uthwaaoed’.

Bhangra Paa Le movie review: A dance movie is defined by the quality of choreography. Both Sunny Kaushal and Rukhsar Dhillon are good, but the numbers never really leap off the screen. Passable, like the film.

Bombshell movie review: Where Bombshell scores is in bringing out the casual sexism that dogs women in the workforce, from offhand compliments to insistence on shaved legs —take your pick from all in the middle.

Ghost Stories movie review: Overall, there’s not enough sustained unease or a sense of dread or foreboding. Nor is there too much originality: I got flashes of John Krasinski’s A Quiet Place, and Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca.