Apparently, I have to start paying more attention to the cinema of India.
My memory, gleaned from Saturday morning clip shows on New York public-access television, was of keening young cuties in saris running through the rain chased by dumpy men with combovers and flash leisure suits.
Now, however, a younger generation of male stars is stirring things up. And, from all evidence, that's a very good thing.
But really - Dino Morea? That's just about the porniest name since Miles Long.