
The Lunchbox review: when souls meet (for a meal)
A charming, bittersweet, utterly chaste love affair forged over food and cemented by kindred spirits.

A charming, bittersweet, utterly chaste love affair forged over food and cemented by kindred spirits.
By popular demand, I remain a starving writer with a huge readership. Thanks, Internet.

Wonderfully, sweetly geeky, and full of the sort of goofy yet intriguing adventures that inspire kiddie curiosity in history and art and science.

”If you have to have a girl in there / She should be smoking hot / But not affect the plot”…

There’s a delicious cleverness to this very silly but very entertaining flick.

Real cats this time, not cartoon ones…

I’m gonna be rooting for Liam Neeson to shoot Seth MacFarlane dead in this one.

I wonder if Ernest Hemingway has ever been graffiti’d before?
It’s not me saying it. It’s reader and subscriber Rob “Jurgan” Dukes…

That’s a Chinese bootleg, apparently.