The Lunchbox

Years clock the distance that you have covered, stranger. Time falls off you like the peeling plastic sheath of a newly purchased gadget. Gone are the days of youth and impulsive mirth; the present exacts a terribly dulling penance for past joys. You wear your city like a shield, and use your routine like a talisman to ward off the danger of straying into potentially illicit snares.

This movie is for you. You, who are the accursed watchman at the gates of nostalgia. You, who travel wearily along the barren mazes of a clockwork life, and take great care never to look back, afraid....