Reżyseria:
Lasse HallströmScenariusz:
Steven KnightZdjęcia:
Linus SandgrenMuzyka:
A.R. RahmanObsada:
Helen Mirren, Om Puri, Manish Dayal, Charlotte Le Bon, Amit Shah, Farzana Dua Elahe, Dillon Mitra, Aria Pandya, Michel Blanc, Clément Sibony, Vincent Elbaz (więcej)Opisy(1)
Dystyngowana Madame Mallory (Helen Mirren) od lat kieruje cenioną restauracją w niewielkiej miejscowości na południu Francji. Sława jej potraw wykracza daleko poza lokalną społeczność. A przyznana lokalowi prestiżowa gwiazdka w słynnym Przewodniku Michelina napawa dumą wszystkich mieszkańców. Pewnego dnia w miasteczku osiada rodzina emigrantów z Bombaju. Gdy przybysze otwierają skromny lokal vis a vis renomowanej restauracji, Madame Malory nie kryje oburzenia wobec ich kulinarnego nieokrzesania. Unoszące się w powietrzu zmysłowe nuty curry, kardamonu i kminu sprawiają jednak, że nowa knajpka zaczyna cieszyć się coraz większym zainteresowaniem. Czy uwodzicielskie smaki Orientu przekonają do życzliwych Hindusów również kuchenną arystokratkę? (Monolith)
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If the film were significantly shorter and didn't resemble Chocolat in its setting, it would be a truly beautiful celebration of food. As it is, it's still a celebration of food, especially my beloved Indian cuisine, but at the same time, it's a bit of a drawn-out romance and a demonstration that in the end, it doesn't matter much if you're not happy.
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The whole film is one big attack on emotions, but we are already used to that with Lasse. A pleasant romantic comedy for Saturday evening with the repulsive Helen Mirren, nationalist Frenchmen, Canadian version of Winona Ryder in her heyday, and a successful Indian family. The pursuit of Michelin stars can sometimes really take thirty years, but the script deserved a little trimming, especially the last half an hour was unnecessarily lengthy when we all knew how it would end.
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It’s been a long time since I saw such an incredibly enjoyable movie as The Hundred-Foot Journey. From a xenophobic point of view, I have to praise the creators, because everyone here was really charismatic. And especially the Indian family, who didn’t hesitate to move into the house opposite a famous restaurant to open their own establishment there. It was all incredibly relaxing. Starting with the story, through the characters and ending with the filmmaking. And I really didn’t mind that the film was 122 minutes long. I enjoyed every minute and waited for what would come next, because the Indian audacity in that one small French village had taken my breath away. What I didn’t understand was the way how the French were portrayed in this film – especially somewhere in the middle of French vineyards in a village where it is difficult not to meet a French hillbilly. But strangely enough all the people there were speaking English. A bit of a mystery, that.
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Three quarters of the film is shot like a margarine commercial, it takes seven thousand years, and the whole thing is as predictable as a pedophile in a sandbox. Food fetish (as opposed to foot fetish) is not a genre or a measure of a film's quality. And my Chinese soup agrees with me. PS: It would be great if Hallström would die already.
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