"Lunchbox", an Indian film I accidentally saw, watched it for the plot without any cabaret. How to say it, I think, this movie can be called "Hello, Zhihua" with curry flavor.
They all say, "I used to be slow, cars and horses were slow, and I could only love one person in my life", which sounds very romantic. Letterhead teasers, in modern times, are no longer a common behavior, but can only be done by accident. Whether it's Zhihua who pretends to be South, or Yina who cooks for strangers, there is something unsatisfactory in their lives. This also prompted them to express their feelings through letters.
Ina is an ordinary Indian housewife who does not have a job, does housework at home and cooks lunch for her husband. However, due to the negligence of the courier company, she took great pains to make a love bento made from her grandmother's recipe and delivered it to the table of an uncle who is about to retire. Since then, they have started delivering letters through lunch boxes. At first, the uncle encouraged her to repair the broken relationship with her husband, but after Yina tried her best, it still didn't help. They started to open up and talk to each other. One is a widower who is about to retire after being widowed for many years, and the other is a helpless housewife who was cheated on by her husband. Two people in bad circumstances, each day lunchtime, is their date on the letterhead. They also thought about meeting each other, but in the end, the uncle flinched. He felt that he was getting old and couldn't approach Yina, she was still so young and beautiful. In the end, Yina plans to take her daughter to Bhutan, the place they once said they would go together. And the male protagonist finally let go of the fetters in his heart and embarked on the road to find the female protagonist.
How should life be put to sustenance? Young children, or elderly parents. It seems that none of this can be a reason in your heart. I am afraid that only love can entrust all things in the world. Any tolerant and helpless choice will eventually fall apart. In this film, there is no singing and dancing in the Indian films we have seen before, only daily lunches, crowded trains, hot weather and souls longing to love and be loved. The rhythm is neither rushed nor slow. It feels a bit like a Taiwanese movie. After watching it, I want to go to Mumbai, I want to eat curry, and I want to buy a round lunch box. And I once thought, if I wrote the next letter, who would I send it to?
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