We needed to find a film to watch with our New Year’s Eve Indian buffet meal. I’d never heard of The Lunchbox until then, but it looked good, and seemed appropriate to watch with Indian food.
The plot hinges around the Mumbai system of lunchbox deliveries from homes and restaurants to the workplaces of family members. After watching the film, I still don’t get how it works, but it does.
Except here, when young housewife Ila works out that her husband can’t have got her lunchbox that day. So who did? This someone clearly enjoyed her cooking, as he finished it all. Saajan, who is about to retire from his office job, is surprised to find his lunchbox restaurant suddenly delivering really nice meals.
On the advice from Auntie, Ila’s neighbour, she writes her eater a note. He replies, and their exchange of food and letters begins. Ila works out that her husband is unfaithful, and Saajan finds a friend in his replacement at work.
Eventually the two letter-writers decide to meet, and things don’t go quite as you’d expect.
This is very slow, very sweet, very Indian.
(Someone please send me a lunchbox like Ila’s!)