This film was a refreshing surprise. I taped it, so I gave it a chance, expecting a romance based on a "wrong address" (Think Doris Day and Rock Hudson). It's far better than that, however. The "dabba" food system in Mumbai is a spider-spread delivery system of home food made by wives for their husbands. It even appeared in an academic publication as a non-failing system. And yet, it failed... A grumpy widower, an accountant in a crowded room of a company, receives the delicious food of a young married woman, whose husband hardly notices her. She has a daughter and an aunt living in a floor above her. (The aunt appears in the movie only through her voice. ) The widower becomes somewhat friendly with his future substitute at the company, a great character. But both protagonists are lonely. The error becomes clear right away, but nobody wants to fix it. The two exchange written notes, and influence each other in unexpected ways. Lovely and recommended.
Review of The Lunchbox
