Lee Isaac Chung’s Minari is a poignant portrait of a Korean immigrant family trying to live the American dream in the Reagan years. It is a tapestry of tender and touching vignettes, drawn from the filmmaker’s memories of his childhood spent in Arkansas, where the film has also been shot. These vignettes work not just as a portal to a different time, but also a different way of life.

In The Crown, a generation, which might otherwise have written Prince Philip off as an out-of-touch old man, gets to see a different and more complex reality. He is biased, opinionated, bombastic, and therefore far more human than the Queen is allowed to be.

I visited Italy at 25 and since then Michelangelo’s six-packed David has been puncturing my ego. One day, on a post-lunch walk along Mumbai’s Vidhan Bhawan Marg, a street lined with statues of our great leaders, I realised that they all had paunches. That’s when it struck me, I was obsessing over the wrong statue.

Hello Charlie is a hysteric comedy about Charlie who must drive a scamster businessman on the run across the Diu border. The film is replete with rib-tickling performances by Aadar Jain, Jackie Shroff, and the crew, and witty punchlines.

I had no choice but to take the vaccine. Unfortunately, I don’t live in West Bengal, Assam, Tamil Nadu, or Kerala, where there will be no COVID-19 surge until elections are over. I didn’t even book tickets to the Kumbh, where one holy dip could take care of it all.

In Gujarat, Marwari women lead dual lives. They fast with their mothers-in-law and sip mojitos with their friends.

Music from the ’90s has an uncanny ability to bring people together. From the veterans of the cool jamming in some abandoned garage in Mumbai to seasoned hippies grooving around a bonfire in the remote Himalayas, the ’90s is a theme that finds resonance in the unlikeliest of the settings and with the unlikeliest of people.

Hello Charlie is a comedy where a billionaire tries to flee India disguised as a gorilla. If the trailer is anything to go by, this film is going to be a laugh riot.

Once you rise above the post of manager, why try to learn employee names and bother memorising them all? The corporate experience is all about being treated like shit, and the best way to do it is to refer to a human being with the same word you can use for a stapler.

The “alien Arabisation” versus Hindustani-Sufiani-Persian-essence debate on the correct way for Indians to pronounce the name of the holy month of Ramadan (Ramzan?) can be put to rest. I tell you exactly how. And it’s very easy.