There's really only one thing you need to know about The Menu starring Ralph Fiennes. It is a fantasy of a chef who is tired of feeding patrons who he believes is not worthy.
It may be unfair for a chef to have such high expectations of who will actually get to eat the food he puts so much effort into, but it's fair for that chef to fantasize about it, and if you take that perspective on this film, it's simply perfect.
There's nothing real about this film, except maybe Rosebud, which in this film is the cheeseburger the chef made a long time ago, and recreates for our hero, played by Anya Taylor-Joy.
We see a wide array of the bougie, who fill the finest restaurants in this world with no real appreciation of what they consume. They are far too consumed by themselves. They come because they have the means, but tragically they have no taste, although they may believe otherwise. This is the machine that drives the madness inside the chef's head. Conversation after conversation with these patrons, each will only add to his loathing.
How can a chef appreciate what he does if no one else really can?
In the end the chef gets his just desserts.
The film is a brilliant satire of high-end dining, and just like the chef's dilemma, the film can only be fully consumed by those with the right palette for it. There weren't many kills during the film, but I believe the reason was they needed to make room for dessert.
As polarizing as a film could be. Yes, pretentious is on the Menu. It has to be. 8.9/10
WARNING: While there is some cannibalism in this film, only the choicest selections were used. No bones about it.
It may be unfair for a chef to have such high expectations of who will actually get to eat the food he puts so much effort into, but it's fair for that chef to fantasize about it, and if you take that perspective on this film, it's simply perfect.
There's nothing real about this film, except maybe Rosebud, which in this film is the cheeseburger the chef made a long time ago, and recreates for our hero, played by Anya Taylor-Joy.
We see a wide array of the bougie, who fill the finest restaurants in this world with no real appreciation of what they consume. They are far too consumed by themselves. They come because they have the means, but tragically they have no taste, although they may believe otherwise. This is the machine that drives the madness inside the chef's head. Conversation after conversation with these patrons, each will only add to his loathing.
How can a chef appreciate what he does if no one else really can?
In the end the chef gets his just desserts.
The film is a brilliant satire of high-end dining, and just like the chef's dilemma, the film can only be fully consumed by those with the right palette for it. There weren't many kills during the film, but I believe the reason was they needed to make room for dessert.
As polarizing as a film could be. Yes, pretentious is on the Menu. It has to be. 8.9/10
WARNING: While there is some cannibalism in this film, only the choicest selections were used. No bones about it.
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