This is one of those ethnic-young-person-struggles-to-adapt-to-modernity-without-betraying-her-heritage movies, with “ethnic” being “Indian”, “modernity” being “1990s Britain” and a twist of soccer. It’s good for what it is, certainly better than the over-rated Big Fat Greek Wedding movie. But in the end, I think we can all agree that the movie bent it like Beckham.

(Note: That doesn’t mean anything, but it sounds cool. I think I am going to be describing things in those terms for a while now. “Well, this book sure bent it like Beckham.” Or: “Man, nothing bends it like Beckham as bad as a pepperoni pizza.” “Dude, are you trying to bend it like Beckham?”)