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Dìdi was made for people who shiver with panic at the sound of AOL Instant Messenger’s creaking door alert. Each time it played in Sean Wang’s 2008-set coming-of-ager, it felt like a claw hook had launched out of the screen and dragged me back in front of my father’s PC, seconds after realising my crush had just logged on and the indie band lyric I’d picked for my away message really wasn’t as seductive and mysterious as I’d hoped it to be.
