There is an "ageing dinosaur" from the early days of Bollywood, there are hat-and-coat-tailed Brits, there is lost love, cross-cultural romance and a lingering longing for the days gone by. And above all—as with Mr Ahmed, and indeed a lot of Grace'searlier works—there are ghosts. Grace plays with spectres as with plasticine—not because of any Indian-influenced sense of karmic continuity, but goaded by the magic of the medium to blend the past, present and future. Consequently, the dead flit in and out of life with nonchalance and non-ghoulishness. In Mr Ahmed, Pathak-Shah, as Naseer's deceased mother, sultrily roams kitsch-tinged Pennsylvanian forests in fall, just to ensure her adult son, an immigrant in the US, is doing well. And as Ria in Suddenly..., she has many encounters with her dead mother in her house.