I was ten-years-old when Gurinder Chadha’s Bend It Like Beckham was released. It fast became one of my guilty pleasures. I didn’t think it was a masterpiece at all – the acting wasn’t great, the characters were annoying and the plot was clichéd – but Chadha had made a movie with cultural aspects I understood, recognised and, in a small way, related to. My immediate family are far from stereotypical. My Dad...