I don’t brag about you to everyone I meet I don’t sing your praises in a crowd Oh, but deep inside my heart you’re the most important part Oh, I’m just no good at love out loud
And when you’re here beside me laying in my arms Well, I can’t seem to get my feelings out I know that you deserve the tenderest of words But I’m just no good at love out loud
Love out loud it don’t come easy, love out loud it’s hard for me Deep inside my heart is singing and reciting poetry So please don’t read my silence as a cause for any doubt I’m just no good at love out loud
Yeah, there’s some real good talkers, I hear them every day But I’m not sure they know what love’s about Oh, but everything I do is a silent ‘I love you’ And I’m just no good at love out loud
Love out loud it don’t come easy, love out loud it’s hard for me Deep inside my heart is singing and reciting poetry So please don’t read my silence as a cause for any doubt I’m just no good at love, I’m just no good at love I’m just no good at love out loud
…this gentle and thoughtful director shows human nature running a very natural course.
It had humor, seriousness, lessons, insight, beauty, love, family, decision-making, sadness, reflections, invisibleness, self-doubt, invention, perseverance, respect, aging, determination, coming to terms when enough is enough and genuine affection in how feelings grew by words alone…
Here is the perfect film (from a first-time director) for smart/sensitive viewers who want an alternative to Bollywood. Neglected middle-class housewife/mother, Ila (Nimrat Kaur), yearns to win back the attention and love of her husband Rajeev, one of the many strivers in the new India. Rajeev barely looks at Ila, is glued to his cell, and often comes home late at night. With the help of her (unseen) upstairs neighbor, she creates delicious (vegetarian, as she’s Hindu) recipes, and packs them in his tiffin (lunchbox).
This lunchbox is supposed to be picked up each afternoon and delivered (via rickshaw, truck, and bus) to his office. However, it goes to a Sajaan Fernandes (Irrfan Khan from The Namesake, Life of Pi, etc.), a lonely/Christian government accountant just a month away from retirement. He likes the food, so an empty lunchbox is delivered back to Ila. Feeling appreciated, she decided to write him a thank-you letter.
The two lonely people begin a correspondence, bringing (much-needed) hope and optimism into each other’s lives. They share thoughts in their letters that no one else knows, from the mundane to the deeply personal. Are they just pen pals? Or is there possibility for more?
Saajan is dreading retirement, and postpones the training of his replacement, Shaikh (Nawazuddin Siddiqui), a younger Muslim man eager to learn/succeed. I enjoyed the slow reveal of Shaikh’s life- he’s got a fascinating story under that big grin. His character’s struggles and yearnings embody that of many modern, urban men. Siddiqui (still in his 30s), played a pivotal role in Midnight’s Children, and is an actor to watch. Nimrat Kaur is very easy to relate to; I’d never seen her before. She had a make-under for this role; she’s a very glamorous woman in real life. Irrfan Khan continues to (quietly) create magic- he simply becomes the character! He still has a long career ahead (only in his mid-40s). This is a must-see!
If you’re lyin’ in bed, you can’t sleep You try readin’ books, you try countin’ sheep, ooh ooh, me too. If you’re losin’ your case, burnin’ your toast You’re pourin’ hot coffee on your Cheerios, ooh ooh, me too.
Now don’t worry baby, it’s all right, You’re just a little preoccupied. Somethin’s got a hold and it won’t let loose, I know exactly what you’re goin’ through. Do you feel like you’re fallin’ in love? Me too.
Now have you got a queasy feelin’ deep inside? It hurts just a little but it feels kinda nice, ooh ooh, me too. You say, you sit for hours by the telephone, You even jump in the shower with your underwear on, ooh ooh, me too.
Now don’t worry baby, it’s all right. You’re just a little preoccupied. Somethin’s got a hold and it won’t let loose. I know exactly what you’re goin’ through. Do you feel like you’re fallin’ in love? Me too.
Do you find yourself listenin’ to the mushy love songs? Are you likin’ what they’re sayin’? Are you singin’ along? Do you feel like you’ve fallen in love? Do you feel like you’ve fallen in love? Do you feel like you’ve fallen in love? Me too, oh, me too.
Me too, baby.
*Mobeley also wrote Kenny Chesney’s hit song There Goes My Life.