Bay Area Chef, Mark Matheson has everything he ever wanted: A Restaurant of his own, the love of his girlfriend, Gillian and the respect of the culinary community. But in the wake of bad press and personal demons returning to haunt him, Mark struggles to hold onto everything. Before he can be called great, he’ll have to learn to be okay, again.
Love stories do not take place in montages. This simple fact should be clear to anyone with half a brain, yet alone a professional movie director, yet here we are… with a supposedly finished film with lots and lots of ‘highlight’ reels of a young couple eating, talking, laughing and having piggyback rides with nothing but a grating female voice warbling some of the most asinine lyrics ever in the background.
I mean, it’s great if you want to avoid putting anything of actual substance in your film, such as convincing character development and real emotional depth, but for those hoping to become absorbed into the proceeding on a dramatic level, I’m afraid it’s a bit of a failure.
Well in truth ‘bit of a failure’ is being unbelievably charitable to this highly tedious dross, and when you hear a lot of the stiff dialogue and witness for yourself some of the stiff-as-a-board performances, you’ll eventually reach the same conclusions I did: maybe the montages weren’t quite as bad as you thought.
Anything would be better than having to tolerate our uncharismatic leads complete lack of chemistry, and hearing their smalltalk with each others brings to mind being stuck in a lift with a particularly annoying car salesman.
To round things off, this is an Indie film, and so deserves a modicum of praise for being made at all, outside the occasionally constrictive Hollywood set-up. There are certain incidences though, when a ‘brave, bold’ vision is in all actuality complete bunk, and you’d be better off sticking with bland formula. Now I wonder what I could be referring to…? 1/10