Tasting Menu

Miserly on food porn but not on prefab characters, it's well short of a cinematic feast.

Pretty and pleasing, but no more. A bon-bon, not a meal.

Over the last couple of reels the film shakes off its self-conscious inhibitions and displays some healthy unruliness, and just as we're warming to a group of characters whose indulgences have been not only culinary but emotional, it's all over.

Doesn’t even remotely qualify as flavorful. Among other demerits, this is the rare foodie movie that doesn’t seem to care much about food.

Roger Gual’s half-baked film hopes to split the difference between romantic comedy and foodie delight but fails at both.

The film is so busy attending to all its people that it never manages to adequately serve any of them.

There's a sinister, even insidious quality to a film that insists upon using incessant food montages not as a source of passion, but fodder for class-based self-congratulation.