Your filmy checklist!

Cinema is a combination of many ideas, emotions, realities and illusions. It is exciting and happy sometimes,  dark and sad otherwise. The quality of work you see on screen is never a single man's work. It's a balanced culmination of direction, cinematography, music, lyrics, dialogues, acting, editing and post production.  

I decided to share my top picks. These movies made me understand the nuances of film making, story telling and representation.This is art I enjoy and wanted to share with all cinegoers who look for inspiration on screen or behind it. 

Ali
Article 15 
Aurangzeb
A death in the Gunj
Badla
Barakah meets Barakah
Barfi
Beyond the clouds
Black
Chak De India 
Chhichhore
Cocktail
Dangal
Dev D
Five feet apart
Gangs of Wasseypur 
Guilty 
Gully boy
Guzaarish 
Haider
Hasee to Phasee
Highway
Jab we met
Julie and Julia
Kabir Singh
Kahaani
Kedarnath  
Kesari
Lamhe
Life in a Metro
Life of Pi
Lift boy
Lion
Lootera
Love Aaj Kal
Love shuv Te Chicken Khurana
Love Sonia
Manmarziyan
Masaan
Madras Cafe
Maska
Mission Mangal
Mitron
Mulk
My name is Khan
Namastey London 
Neerja
New York
NH10
Ocean's 8 
October
October 31st
Omkara
Oye Lucky Lucky Oye
Paa
Parineeta
Patiala House 
Punjab 1984
Qismat
Raazi
Rang de Basanti 
Rockstar
Sairat
Sanju
Seven Days in Entebbe
Shahid 
Shikara
Simmba
Soni
Sufna
Talwar
Tamasha
Thapad
The Iron Lady
The Lunchbox
The Last Summer 
The Sky Is Pink
Udta Punjab
Udaan
Vicky Donor
Wake up Sid
Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara 
 





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  1. RISHAB SHAJU03 September, 2020 00:49

    Love all of these movies like so much!!!

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