It’s a movie about life? I guess? That’s annoyingly broad, but it works. Because The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel is about life. Life’s pleasure’s and pains. A past you regret. A future you wish to make the most of - regardless of how much is left. And beyond that personal level, it’s also about our attempt to scrutinize and understand the lives of others until realizing that simply accepting and appreciating those lives may be the most fulfilling action of all. It’s joyful, gentle, and (to my surprise) completely unpatronizing - to both India and those in their twilight years.
We’re all on the same journey and should make the most of it, I guess. And a movie like The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel takes something as disgustingly sappy as that sentiment and manages to turn it into something that warms the hell out of your heart.
This is why I’m glad Bobby is my friend. (God forbid I don’t like this movie.)