Most of the film's emotional weight is undermined by cheesy sing-alongs with the lyrics visualized in such a garish way that the supposed thematic significance bashes the audience in the head.

The film feels authentic in its depiction both of Javed's family but also the changes that took place after what seems to have been akin to a religious conversion.

The deliberately amateurish style of the musical numbers is supposed to engender spontaneity but too often looks merely cack-handed. Nonetheless, you come out on a high. Springsteen fever proves to be contagious.

Its corniness may grate and its too-neat conclusion feels simplistic – but it is a story that joyfully celebrates both the healing power of music and the beautiful complication of family and identity.