The White Tiger

Frustratingly naive one minute and coldly calculating the next, Gourav manages to make Balram likeable for the duration of the film. If you're looking for a Friday night movie to while away a few lockdown hours - The White Tiger is the perfect choice.

Any hope or salvation The White Tiger offers is laced with a drop of arsenic, and there are certainly no Bollywood dance numbers to lift your spirits.

Through [a] climactic nod to Naipaul's merciless depiction of underdeveloped India, no matter how many fortunate individuals might escape it, Bahrani's The White Tiger subverts the standard-issue poverty porno...

The White Tiger is a kinetic excursion into darkness with Balram as our charismatic guide.

Directed by Iranian-American filmmaker Ramin Bahrani, the film is a breeze despite some tired cliches. It ends up as an insider's take on corruption and caste and class-divides in India...

Balram's tale is rich and ruthless enough for both approaches, and for any country built on a premise of one class eating another.

The White Tiger impresses in regards to narrating the complex journey of its lead star and delivering the right amount of emotion needed for its heavy storyline.

It features a decent performance by Adarsh ​​Gourav, but its tale of capitalism, class and entrepreneurship often loses its initial momentum when it stumbles into common places. [Full review in Spanish]

The White Tiger holds up a brilliant magnifying glass to the flaws of a capitalist democracy where there are only two choices: to serve and be stagnant – or seize power and ascend.

The White Tiger makes a stinging commentary on New India's half-baked vision, but Ramin Bahrani isn't telling a Slumdog fairy tale here.