Films in India fall into two categories - (a) ones you don’t hear about, and (b) films that you will be forced to hear about, at every turn of your day, on the radio, the TV, detergent ads, newspapers, your phone, and your washing machine.

Fighting its way up through the mush and garbage is Masaan, which has awards from Cannes going for it, and also Richa Chaddha, who makes me want to type out the heart sign that I hate very much. It’s like magic. Like louw. <3