[easyazon_link identifier=”B00KQTHKQC” locale=”US” tag=”londonthoug-20″]Chef[/easyazon_link] is the story of a man who was once a great cook, but he’s now fallen into a rut. His Boss runs a successful restaurant that has used the same Menu for ten years. Our hero, Carl, wants to try something new and different. He wants to go all [easyazon_link identifier=”0811873471″ locale=”US” tag=”londonthoug-20″]Top Chef[/easyazon_link] on a food blogger, but the Boss insists that he stick with the tried and true. Even when the restaurant is filled with people from a Twitter war, the Boss still thinks they are there because they want the same old boring stuff.
Chef Carl goes crazy in the restaurant and the video goes viral big time. He loses his job and no one will hire him. So he decides to take his ex-wife’s advice and get a food truck from another of her ex-husbands. Chef Carl is kind of a jerk, but he does love his son. His son is the one that told him about Twitter and cost him his job. But it’s all good. He decides to take the food truck down to Miami and sell authentic Cuban style sandwiches.
It’s a riches to rags to riches kind of story. I liked it a lot.
The cast is pretty amazing. Jon Favreau, John Leguizamo, Amy Sedaris, Sofía Vergara, Scarlett Johansson, Dustin Hoffman, Oliver Platt, and Robert Downey Jr. all put in solid performances. The music was good, but to be honest, the only Cuban Band leader I’m familar with is Ricky Ricardo.
The gist of the story is that Chef Carl’s eleven year old son is a social media maven. Without his Tweets and Vines and 1 second videos, no one would even know the food truck exists. But thanks to him, they are always busy and rolling in the dough. Of course, it is a bit odd that the father is so dim.
[easyazon_link identifier=”B00O1SDDOW” locale=”US” tag=”londonthoug-20″]Chef[/easyazon_link] was a very good film. My only complaint about Chef is that it comes to a pretty abrupt end. It zipped along and then it was over. It’s a rare film that I want to keep going for a few more minutes.
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