This is my review of The Lunchbox [DVD].

I had not heard of Mumbai’s labour intensive dabbawallah system for delivering to men at work the lunch boxes often prepared by their loving wives, but a recent trip to India had made me aware of the noisy, polluted, gridlocked chaos of its urban streets. In this tale, lonely housewife Ila finds that her delicious lunches, intended to rekindle the ardour of her neglectful, workaholic husband, are somehow reaching the desk of an equally lonely insurance claims clerk on the brink of retirement. Their ensuing correspondence, made more frank and poignant by the fact that they have never met, explores both the pathos and the potential simple joys of daily life. In the process, we see and learn a good deal about life in modern India, which, beneath the film’s many comical moments seems rather sad: men grow old strap-hanging to work on overcrowded public transport, and those in work seem to have to work too hard for relatively little. Are such pleasures as mouth-watering food and colourful wedding celebrations enough to compensate for this?

Some of the plotting is a little unconvincing, but the impression of Indian life is authentic. Ritesh Batra, the director, was wise to steer clear of Bollywood romance in favour of a slower paced, lower key but moving and thoughtful film, which despite moments of sadness leaves the audience feeling positive.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4 Stars

This is my review of Calvary [DVD] [2014].

On the bleakly beautiful coast of Sligo, Father Lavelle ministers to his eccentric flock of sinners with compassion leavened by dry wit, and tolerates his blinkered sidekick. A widower and former alcoholic, Lavelle is no unworldly paragon of virtue. In the opening scene, a disembodied voice in the confessional box calmly announces the intention of killing him on the beach the following Sunday, not in spite of but because of the fact that Lavelle is essentially a good man. This will be some kind of confused way of obtaining closure for childhood abuse at the hands of another priest. How should Lavelle respond to this threat?

The film follows the course of Lavelle's life for the following week with an element of "whodunnit" in advance. Can we guess the identity of the would-be assassin? This is not really the point, which is whether, in modern fractured and increasingly secular Ireland, the sacrifice or "Calvary" of a Catholic priest can have any meaning. By turns satirical and serious, and overall quite original, the film is patchily successful – some characters are too caricatured and the dialogue is at times somewhat contrived, as in the case of the local police chief's grotesquely camp and sinister lover – or that's what I took him to be.

The one small detail which grated on me was a local corrupt banker's apparent ownership of Holbein's painting "The Ambassadors", which everyone knows to be in the National Gallery, London – I accept this may have been intended as a touch of humour. Overall, the film is worth watching, although it takes a period of reflection to form a judgement on the ending. The musical soundtrack is also good.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4 Stars

This is my review of The Past [DVD].

Expectations raised by Iranian director Asghar Farhadi’s earlier film, “The Separation” are not disappointed. “The Past” is an absorbing, subtle and complex drama of relationships set in the everyday world of a Parisian suburb where ordinary people have to juggle the needs of work and childcare with sorting out their emotional lives. Shifting between the characters’ different perspectives, it manages to arouse empathy for them all in the process. Even with subtitles, the dialogue is excellent, reminding me of a very accessible Pinter play.

For reasons which are never fully explained, four years previously Iranian Ahmed left his French pharmacist wife Marie and her two daughters with whom he gets on well, although he is not their father. The film opens with his return to Paris at Marie’s request to sign their divorce papers. Yet it is clear from the outset that, although they both regard their marriage as over, a natural intimacy between them still remains, they know each other so well. Marie can instruct Ahmed to help her drive by changing gear, since her arm is too painful for this. She even asks him to find out what is bugging her teenage daughter Lucie. It is not surprising that Marie’s new lover Samir feels resentful and excluded. He is also trapped in the tragic effects of an ill-considered action taken by his wife, and the wonderfully acted scenes of his small son witnessing the drama of dysfunctional adult relationships and trying to make sense of them are poignant in the extreme. The little boy continually tries to apply the rules he has just learned only to find that some new factor contradicts them. Having learned the need to apologise for his bad behaviour, he then has to grasp that some adult breaches are simply too grave to be pardoned.

Despite the need to move on, the past creates a web of relationships, obligations and consequences of earlier actions which cannot be escaped. To what extent are we culpable if others misconstrue what we do or cannot accept our acts of selfishness? Is it necessary to confess to behaviour which has caused suffering, or are white lies sometimes the least damaging policy? Ahmed at times seems like living proof that “the way to hell is paid with good intentions” since his insistence on honesty risks making matters worse.

Rather like real life, the pain and anguish in this film are made bearable by touches of humour, curiosity as to how the plot will reveal its twists, the consistent high quality of the acting – the children’s performances are very realistic – the minutely observed details of the domestic scenes, and moments capturing the joy of living, as when Ahmed serves up his mouth-watering traditional Iranian dishes.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 Stars

This is my review of Le Goût Des Autres [DVD].

In this film which deserves both its awards and to be better known in Britain, the talented Agnès Jaoui and Jean-Pierre Bacri co-wrote and acted two of the main parts. Bacri plays Jean-Jacques Castella, the wealthy factory-owner who comfort eats to replace an undefined hole in his life. A dabbler in interior design, his wife swathes their home in frills and competing flowery patterns, and obliges him to share her affections with a lap dog. On a reluctant visit to the theatre, he is smitten by the performance of an actress who happens to be earning extra cash as his English teacher to prepare him for an important business deal, and who could not be more different from his wife. In what looks like a doomed attempt to form a relationship, he latches on to her group of bohemian arty friends who have as much contempt for his taste as he is bemused by theirs.

The often funny yet moving main theme is underpinned by the triangular relationship between his naïve chauffeur who struggles to play the flute despite a lack of aptitude, his hard-bitten temporary bodyguard and the hash-dealing barmaid and borderline tart with a heart, played by Jaoui.

It’s a pity there are not more films like this near flawless work, with an ending that subtly avoids overstatement, pointing the audience in a certain direction, with a “feel good” factor which steers clear of any mawkish sentimentality.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 Stars

This is my review of The Class [DVD] [2008].

Based on the autobiography of an idealistic and individualistic young French teacher who plays himself in the film and drawing on many hours of improvisation with pupils in a "tough" multi-ethnic Parisian school, so skilfully directed that it makes a drama seem like a fly-on-the-wall documentary, "Entre les Murs" or "The Class" will strike a chord if not raise goose bumps in anyone who has taught in this environment. The film captures to perfection the claustrophobic, unrelenting, intense, absorbing, frustrating, exhausting, addictive world of teaching in an inner city secondary school. Most of the teachers are young and casually dressed by Govian standards. Yet perhaps unrealistic rules of iron lie beneath the velvet glove. By turns hilarious and disturbing, this could trigger many debates on teaching methods, what to teach adolescents, how far to accommodate different cultures, the pros and cons of integrating "bright kids" into diverse social groups at the price of failing to stretch them.

We see Monsieur Marin's patient persistence in encouraging his pupils to think and express themselves effectively, continually trying to find ways round their hostility to traditional French culture and realising that his ignorance of theirs is a frequent cause of misunderstanding. The camaraderie of the staffroom is often fractured by fundamental differences in opinion: the teacher who wants Marin's class to read a French novel to tie in with history lessons on the Enlightenment, which Marin tactfully suggests the students will find "tough"; the same teacher's absolute views of rules to be followed, whereas the liberal Marin prefers a more flexible approach. A staff meeting, demonstrates the familiar situation in which teachers seem more exercised over the cost of the coffee machine than agreement of a penalty system for naughty pupils.

There are examples of "political correctness" delivered with a mask of courteous objectivity which may unintentionally lead to injustice. In one scene, teachers discussing student grades are distracted by but do nothing to reprove two giggling student representatives elected to listen to the process, apparently without a clear code of conduct as to how they should behave in the meeting and afterwards. This seemed to me the one serious false note in the film. Or does it reflect French school practice?

A storyline gradually emerges, focusing on a moody Arab boy who cannot manage his anger. Despite Marin's empathy for him, and even a small heart-warming breakthrough on a piece of work, an unfortunate chain of events leads to a climax which Marin, in a rare lapse which I found a little hard to believe, has inadvertently helped to trigger.

A near perfect film, highly recommended.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 5 Stars

This is my review of The Invisible Woman [DVD] [2014].

Worth watching, this film is fairly true to Claire Tomalin’s respected biography of Nellie Tiernan, the eighteen-year-old from a talented but hard up acting family, who caught the eye of Dickens at the height of his fame in his mid-forties. Perhaps inevitably, the film loses an element of subtlety in making explicit what Tomalin only surmises, such as the fact that Nellie miscarried a child by Dickens.

Ralph Fiennes conveys a strong sense of Dickens’ charisma, his hyperactivity, and callous treatment of his wife once he became obsessed with Nellie. Felicity Jones portrays well the qualities that captivated Dickens: not just her beauty and youthful enjoyment of life, but a sensitive and reflective intellect that made her a real companion, able to discuss his work with him. One of the most poignant parts of the film is where we see how she is knowingly trapped like a fly in amber, a kept woman in an overlarge house from which a view of Windsor Castle ‘seems to float’ as in a dream. She has to become invisible to safeguard the great man’s reputation.

It does not add to the tale of the relationship to sandwich it in lengthy flashbacks between scenes of Nellie in later life as the wife of a schoolmaster in 1880s Margate, haunted by memories of Dickens. Part of the problem is that she looks too young (she was in her forties by then). However, I was interested to discover that in 1876, six years after the death of Dickens, she married at the age of thirty-seven a man twelve years her junior, passing herself off as twenty-three i.e. she must have looked youthful for her age.

I was surprised that the film does not make clear the thirteen year duration of her relationship with Dickens, until his death. More could have been made of her role as a possible inspiration for some of his later heroines, not just Estella in Great Expectations. The greatest missed opportunity seemed to me the omission of Dickens’ death: according to Tomalin, he became ill at Tiernan’s house and, to avoid a scandal, had to be put in a cab to be taken to his home, where he died in the presence of his family, as convention demanded.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4 Stars

This is my review of Inside Llewyn Davis [DVD] [2014].

As you would expect from a Coen brothers film, this is a poignant, yet often funny, quirky take on the life of a young man trying to establish himself as a solo folk singer in early 1960s New York. The haunting opening song, "Hang me, Oh hang me" displays his talent and individuality, but also the problem that it is not the type of music that makes money. His often negative, cynical and grouchy personality does not help.

Penniless and homeless, Davis is obliged to cadge each night's sleep on the couch – or floor – of yet another friend whose goodwill he has not yet abused beyond recall. The recent death of his singing partner may give him reason to be depressed and moody, but one senses he has always been uncompromising and prickly. Yet, his concern not to abandon an appealing ginger cat that gets locked out of a friend's apartment shows he is not totally self-absorbed. Despite his many shortcomings, we are somehow made to want him to succeed. Will he remain a loser or will the Dylan sound-alike who appears at the end mark the beginning of a more receptive climate for his music?

There is just one section of this film that does not work for me. I understand the need to portray the tedium of a long drive across dead flat land to Chicago in the company of a shrewd but boorish old jazz man played by John Boorman and his handsome but dull chauffeur-cum-factotum and perhaps something more, but this went on far too long. Then a potentially interesting situation in which Davis agrees to drive a stranger back to New York so he can sleep but takes a detour on the way to see an old flame ends so abruptly it as if a section of the plot has been crudely cut.

The film will appeal for its soundtrack alone to lovers of 1960s folk music.

⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4 Stars