The Lunchbox

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A movie that everyone (or at least folks in third-world countries) can relate to.


“Sometimes the wrong train can lead us to the right station”
—The Lunchbox 

Ila, lonely housewife trying to get her marriage back on the track caused by her husband's affair with another woman. She begins to cook lunchbox for him, but the deliverer mistakenly sends it to a middle-aged accountant man. He enjoyed the meal, Ila feels rewarded. They communicate with letters through the lunchbox and start having mutual affection.

It spreads the sense of solitude in the whole scene unless when they are reading the letter they took from the lunchbox, you can also feel the excitement of eventually interacting with someone who earnestly understands you and kills the loneliness that has been in storage for times. It reminds me of one of the finest work by Wong-Kar Wai, In The Mood For Love. Also, The Lost Translation. Both share the lonesome vibe and a lesson that you can fall in love anywhere, whenever, and with whoever in a very strange way.

























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Hi! I'm Adzra, I haven't been to any state in the United States but I cycled for 10km on November 21st. Four of cats depend their life on me.

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