Ali Sethi’s Pasoori has become a social media sensation, so much so it inspired The New Yorker to frame him as some sort of a messiah uniting Indians and Pakistanis through art. While Sethi is by no stretch of the imagination the greatest or the first artist to be revered on both sides of the border, his rise through the latest chapter of cold politics on either side of the border, is important.

Jayeshbhai Jordaar is everything you’d expect from a Ranveer Singh performance. But while the charms work, the film can often become too loud for its own good. That doesn’t, of course, make it not worth your time.

Convention dictates that love manifests in terms of the people we choose to be with but for somebody like me, it is the freedom of not having or wanting to make that choice that has felt the more liberating. Like Prime Video’s ‘Raat Raani’ (part of Modern Love Mumbai) I have found love in moments, inanimate objects and the many ways Mumbai both challenges and supports you. For it is perhaps the only city where you can feel loved without being defined by it.

As the mother of a special needs child, the Indigo incident was triggering. For it brought back memories of the times where I have fought discrimination and societal ignorance to get my child to be treated fairly.

Spectacular to look at, Thar sports a more than decent performance by Anil Kapoor. Everything else about the film though underwhelms.

Being passionate about my work has helped me navigate the worst of times, but lately, my career feels like a never-ending maze. It makes me wonder if chasing my passion was even worth it in the first place.

Every summer, women in India have to contend with ball-scratching, banyan-wearing men either telling them what to wear or leering at them long enough to force them into covering every inch of their burning skin. The body politics of this latest heatwave is a burden only women will be made to carry.

Ajay Devgn stars and directs this latest film about a miraculous plane landing. But what is a good premise to begin with is eventually wasted in this caricaturist portrayal of a near accident and the intrigue surrounding it.

Modern life is all about migration and being on the move for work. But living between cities, while fetishized has exacted a toll on me that I did not see coming. I can call two cities my home, but rarely feel homely in either.

The removal of Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s poetry from CBSE’s school curriculum is a naïve step that only furthers the legend and significance of the poet’s seminal work.

Shahid Kapoor’s Jersey doesn’t quite better the original, but for first-time viewers it is a compelling father-son story that successfully masquerades as a tale of sporting redemption.

There was time a when our heroes carried hair on their chest as a sign of restrained heroism. It’s absurd really, but films like Pushpa and KGF imply the arrival of the most explicit and visible evidence yet of a man’s virility, troublingly told through violence – his overgrown beard.

Released a decade ago Vicky Donor is probably a landmark film in the most understated sense possible. More than headline acts or box-office breaking numbers it ushered in a language to help us as a society to deal with taboo.

Netflix’s Mai starring Sakshi Tanwar in a brilliant central role is a well-performed series based on a familiar premise. It does most things well, except resonate on an emotional level but is certainly worth watching and waiting for.

Behold the rowdy Indian tourist – usually a man – who simply won’t stop defiling the many places that he pretends to cherish. It’s a sight we see every day but have chosen to do nothing about. Because what could we?

Dasvi has a terrific premise, some moments of joy, but is so poorly executed and written that it wastes a lot of its own potential; chief among them a more than decent turn by Abhishek Bachchan

Sharmaji Namkeen is a sweet, warm film that uses the charms of the late Rishi Kapoor to great effect. So much so, it’s probably the kind of film that acts as both a tribute, and a reminder of his affability.

It’s easy to understand where the customer-is-god mentality is headed when entitlement and a need for things is created when it doesn’t even exist. It’s the clearest sign yet that we live in the age, not of enlightenment but entitlement.

Other than being chaotic and unpredictable this year’s Oscar ceremony will of course be dissected for the Will Smith-Chris Rock altercation that could both, have been avoided and dealt with better. All it did was undermine a night for cinema, especially for representation in cinema by two men who should’ve known better.

Over the last decade, Benedict Cumberbatch has casually put together a body of work that puts him into a rare category of actors who straddle heroism, genius and vulnerability with equal command. If he wins an Oscar for The Power of the Dog, it’ll only be confirmation of his now established stature.

Rajamouli’s latest feature film is just as visually invigorating as his previous films that though it could have used a tighter script, is everything you’d want to go back to the cinemas for.

Mehra's story has rightfully inspired the country but what it represents and how it will be translated by the privileged reveals a lot about the questions that we are, as a people, unwilling to ask.

Dharmesh Parmar was not just a singer, but also a philosopher, an environmentalist and the rarest of all, a principled artist.

Suresh Triveni’s Jalsa is an unsettling story about two mothers who though miles apart in class, caste and social standing, speak the same language of motherhood.

Whether it is the workplace or the neighbourhood, conning Holi and its rituals has become regular practice for me. So much so I have plans, both mental and tangible, to make sure I survive the week.

I knew I was in for a unique experience when I chose to watch The Kashmir Files, but it was the absurdly regular and occasionally awkward events outside the film that made it, in certain ways, a special experience.

Our Parents, to us at least, rarely exist as individuals with their own concerns, anxieties and aspirations. But after my father passed away, peacefully, I reconnected and discovered different sides of him that most men, maybe, hide behind the image of the father figure. I’m glad he got to live those lives.

Robert Pattinson’s Batman, if it were even possible, is darker and grimmer but the franchise and film is all better for it. This is a new vision and maybe a new legacy for the superhero we thought couldn’t be imagined any other way.

I had the privilege of working with the Aussie who was as much a maverick off the field as he was on it.

Though Jhund is powered by the towering presence of Amitabh Bachchan it also belongs to the motley group of non-actors that become the film’s conflict and soul.