"Brick Lane," an English film released in 2007, is based on the popular, award-winning novel of the same name by Monica Ali, Brick Lane: A Novel. It deals with the lives of Bangladeshis in modern-day London's gritty East End: and was filmed in Shoreditch, London. It was directed by Sarah Gavron, and stars some very good, presumably Indian actors, with whom, I expect, most of us are not familiar. We meet Nazneem as a child, in her beautiful Bangladeshi homeland: an arranged marriage forces her to leave home, and her beloved sister, and sends her to 1980's London. Tanishtha Chatterjee does very strong work as Nazneem Ahmed, married to Chanu Ahmed, played by Satish Kaushik: he too does very strong work. We initially assume Chanu is a chubby fool. He's inordinately proud of his education, when he doesn't seem to have much, and is a minor tyrant around the home. To which poor homesick, lonely Nazneem, in constant correspondence with her sister, is largely confined, caring for her husband and two daughters. But after 15-some odd years of this, more money is needed to finance a trip home: Nazneem gets an old sewing machine to do piecework. Karim, (Christopher Simpson), the handsome, sexy young man who brings the work to her, eventually gets her out into the world. And we do get an eyeful of Shoreditch, a colorful, crowded, hard-edged neighborhood that has served for centuries as home to the poor, and/or recent immigrants. Then along comes our 9/11, to arouse anti-Moslem feelings in England, as in the States, and the world changes around them. Most of us will find we are forced to amend our opinions of Chanu by this changed world. Photography, both in the U.K. and the Indian subcontinent, is excellent. The sentimentality of the picture, particularly in its sudden happy ending, may be a problem for some viewers. A much bigger problem to me, who saw the film in its theatrical release, was the lack of subtitles. Nazneem's character narrates, in addition to having the lion's share of dialogue. She has a strong Indian subcontinent accent, and speaks softly, too: I found it very very difficult to understand her. None of the other characters were much better. And, of course, the odd English character we met had the Cockney accent. I'm afraid, what with one thing and another, I really can recommend this movie only to homesick natives of the Indian subcontinent---or of the East End, London's scattered Cockneys, who, hopefully, will have some experience with that accent. Although I now understand the DVD offers closed captions; this should make watching this movie a much less frustrating experience for anyone interested in this slice of immigrant life in London.