Dear Zindagi

The dialogue rarely feels natural and mostly spirals out of control to triteness.

Gauri Shinde's latest film is an emotionally resonant look at an issue that rarely gets covered in Indian society - therapy.

Dear Zindagi is a bumpy ride but, all things considered, it's still one worth taking -- especially for the sheer pleasure of watching Alia soar.

This is a movie that drops quotations from Faulkner and Einstein, but it rarely feels pedantic or platitudinous, thanks to the breezy, assured delivery of Mr. Khan ...

Dear Zindagi strikes a conversation surrounding mental health that remains an exhausting taboo in the majority of Indian society.

Gauri Shinde’s sophomore serving at the movies was a little charmer.

Dear Zindagi then is a mixed bag. I loved SRK in the film, Bhatt is always a pleasure to watch...overall though, the film comes across as being not enough because the writing needed more substance.

There's a certain PG-13 hygiene to its messiness, a clinical order to its chaos, which I'm not sure suits its choice of education.

The way Kaira narrates her own fears and weaknesses to Jug is pretty unreal. The dialogues are full of cliches and do not come across as natural.

Feisty Alia, one of the better actors of the current generation, turns in a nicely nuanced performance. And SRK in his sober-avatar possessing infinite gyaan tempts you to seek out a therapist.