Chef

Chef

I really, really didn’t like this.  And it wasn’t based on preconception because I’d never heard a thing about it.

It was probably my curiousity about seeing Jon Favreau at work after having watched a load of his Star Wars material.  If anything I think a lot less of him now – the story (written, directed and produced by its auteur-wannabe star) was that of a primadonna chef who throws his toys out of the pram when he doesn’t get his own way at work and quits. Having realised he needs to support his son he gets his wealthy ex-wife to bail him out, and then sets about on a journey of discovery and self-betterment.  Overcoming no adversity whatsoever he learns some valuable lessons and finally basks in the kudos, etc.  So I guess the message is that life’ll be just fine if you’re a white quasi-talented hack with access to money, and as long as you’ve got friends and family that’ll fall for your bullshit they’ll do enough heavy lifting to keep you afloat.

Hmm, that was a bit dark.