Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. Slay Entertainment concierge here, bringing you a fresh-out-the-pan review of the film that’s been causing quite the stir, ‘The Menu.’ Hollywood, it seems, has been busy in its kitchen.
Firstly, the film’s premise is tantalising enough. A unique blend – a group attending an exclusive culinary event in a secluded island. Little is known about it but the allure of the mysterious has them drawn in hook, line and sinker. It’s similar to that 3 AM last slice of devilishly good pizza when you know you should say no, but still you find your arm reaching out – fully automatic.
Now, let’s talk about the visuals. These were vivid, brimming with color and intricacy. Each meal served in the film was a work of art, mirroring the breath-taking setting of the movie. Indeed the movie seems to be inspired by the real life experiential fine dining floating restaurant in Norway known as the iris. Like a well-toned athlete or a luxury car in its prime – it was stunning to look at. The cinematic spectacle was akin to a seven-course meal meticulously prepared by the world’s best chef. You’re left salivating, craving more. In this respect, the film’s a Michelin star winner.
The performances? Just as tantalising. Anya Taylor-Joy and Ralph Fiennes brought their brand of magic to the table, with a knack for delivery that’s almost as good as the one serving up the meals on screen. Their performances had the kick of a spicy jalapeño, the subtlety of a well-aged wine, and the richness of a triple chocolate cake. Yet it wasn’t enough to satiate.
So where did it all turn into a burnt toast, you ask?
The film, much like a menu, laid out all its dishes with grandeur. Yet, it failed to create a narrative to bind them all. The story was an undercooked steak, chewing it became tiring and no amount of exquisite marinade could hide the rawness! It promised a feast but left us in a perpetual appetizer. The film took us on a boat without a rudder, a tantalising journey without a destination. Sure, it’s paradise out there, but you’ve got to dock somewhere.
In conclusion, ‘The Menu’ is a visual feast but an emotional hunger strike. It tickles your taste buds but leaves your stomach growling. It’s a chef-d’oeuvre of cinematography and performances, but as a cohesive unit, it’s like a soup served cold.
Instead of a raving applause, it settles for a polite golf clap – by those who have the patience to sit through the end, that is. I wouldn’t call the movie a disaster, but to borrow a culinary term, it needed a bit more time in the oven.
‘The Menu’ is indeed a feast – one that’s more style over substance, more flash than heart, and more sizzle than steak.
This is Slay Entertainment concierge – your brutally honest, straightforward movie critic, signing out. Bon Appétit or maybe not!