yellow_rose1 : Contains spoilers. Click to show. I feel so dumb that I didn't make the connection before. Hip hop isn't too different from ...
fcginmexico : incredible..ecellent
Alien : This has piqued my interest and roused my dormant passion and lust for everything Highland...
FeltMountain : There is literally zero mad at men sentiment in this at all. You just saw the cast and fe...
MelBert8929 : Saw this when I was younger and I loved the robot's, Huey, Dewey and Louie.
Toonaholic : If ya still had that station wagon, it would prob be worth a small fortune in mint cond......
yellow_rose1 : Thanks for mentioning this, I don't know if I watched it or not so I put it on my watch li...
prole : thanks for commenting, i haven't seen this in like 30 years
The Menu is a masterful portrait of the juxtaposition between those who serve and those who are served.
Julian Slowik isn’t a chef, he’s -the- chef. A man who has risen through all the harrowing circles of the service industry. And tonight he has gathered a rogues gallery of diners, the most served people on earth. The movie star and his do-able assistant, the mega rich jaded regulars, the high powered critic and her buttressing hanger-on, the sycophantic suck up and his…date.
Again and again those who are served are served. They are served obsession, deprivation, blood, bile, terror, their own greatest shame. Slowik has risen so far in service that he is now calling the shots. They may want bread, but they’re not getting any damned bread.
But the date, she refuses to eat. Chef senses that she is on the wrong side of the line. She is a woman in service, not one who is served.
So how will this Last Supper proceed without all proper apostles present? How will Slowik say to the world…”Take, eat; this is my body.” And what will happen when the date asks the great Julian Slowik to slide back down the ladder he spend decades climbing and -serve-?