Before Shoojit Sircar’s Vicky Donor, the ‘s’ word -- and we aren’t talking about sex -- was taboo in our cinema. No one made any mention of sperm, not even childless mothers who wailed and whined for procreation. When Shoojit went to producers with a proposal to make a film on -- ahem -- sperm donation, they thought he had lost it. “They were convinced I was going to make a cheesy wet-dream special targeted at morning shows for male students in backwater towns,” he says. “I am glad Vicky Donor opened doors and windows that we were afraid to open. I think sex is finally getting yanked out of the hush-hush environment of bedrooms.”

SHEDDING OUR CONSERVATIVE SKIN: Director of BA Pass Ajay Bahl feels that cinema is inspired by life and is a reflection of the times we live in