Jon Favreau’s midlife artistic crisis rendered as food porn. Funny, poignant, and wise, though the wish-fulfillment romantic fantasy of it is a tad much.
I’m not sure a better cast has ever gone more ickily astray than in this most misbegotten of dramedies…
Oh, goodie. Another movie about a man having a mid-life crisis, and the woman young enough to be his daughter he has it with.
This was the sort of hopeless dread the news that Ron Howard was directing this left me with. I felt like Robert Stack in *Airplane!*: ‘It’s a goddamn waste of time — there’s no way he can land this plane!’