Yesterday was one of those days when all three of us were free. While Kay wanted to go shopping to the wholesale cloth market, Jo wanted to do something cooler and less tiring so we went to see a movie. And what a bad movie it was!!!! Luckily it was such a bad movie that the only thing going for it was it its sub Rs 200 priced ticket. Jon Favreau as the writer, producer and main actor of the movie “Chef” should not be doing any of these things……..least of all passing off a really crass movie as funny. The funniest thing in the movie was the notion that this fat, greasy looking cook actually thought he was god’s gift to man’s palate and not only did he have this luscious babe (Sofia Vergara as ex-wife) lusting after him, he had this cute kid who desperately wanted him to be his dad at all times and a few hundred followers on Twitter who wanted his grilled ham and cheese sandwiches which he sold from a truck!!!!!!!

Honestly, the film was bad from start to finish – the storyline far fetched, the acting pathetic and the humour grossly infantile at times to forced at others. I mean how can singing “Sexual Healing” and watching a ten year old squirm be considered even remotely funny. What’s funny about seeing two men putting Corn Flour into their pants? And talking of ten year olds, Carl Casper as a father is downright rude with no sensitivity and no sense : making his son work rather slave in the “kitchen” is downright child abuse, sharing a beer and traveling in a food truck is  hardly a relationship building exercise. In fact even the mother is no better ( taking her son to see his grandpa perform in a sleazy Miami  Bar) and frankly this couple should not have been allowed to have children in the first place – so centred are they on their own insecurities and needs.

Predictably the food blogger who trashes Carl Casper’s career with his caustic review is made to eat  a grilled ham and cheese variety of humble pie when Carl re-invents himself as Jefe of the exotic Cuban sandwich fame and equally predictably, Carl gets back his wife and his life with a new restaurant financed by noneother than the food critic who it turns out, was actually his greatest fan.

What is amazing in this movie is the premise “Thou shalt not doubt the power of social media ” and if the tweeting is to be believed, all one needs to is have a Twitter account and voila your life is made. With every tweet your following gets bigger , your persona gets larger , your business increases and so does your bank balance! If I didn’t know any better I’d say the movie was financed by Twitter.

Bottom line : Avoid at all costs.

Redeeming factor : The sinful fresh out of the oven banana-date cake from IndigoDeli that we gobbled up on the way home!