There is no doubt that the recent decision of the Central Board of Film Certification to scrutinise item songs more rigorously for showing on television is a step in the right direction and at the right time. Item songs, as we know them today, occupy an extreme end of the cinema spectrum, with their gross choreography, pelvic moves and thrusts and the camera crashing in and zooming on the woman’s body, all to the accompaniment of bawdy, lurid lyrics.