I finally got a chance to see John Favreau's Chef today. It was really wonderful. I will likely buy this on DVD.
I have way too much to say about this movie, and though I've already wasted time trying to write it, I really don't have time to finish anything I want to say.
I'll just say this: This is a wonderfully authentic movie about having an avocation. A calling. I said to my friend, going out of the movie, "this is about work." She understood. By work I mean life's work. I don't mean career or job.
There is an authenticity here that you don't often see in food movies. Most such movies, no matter how much they try to be about the chef, really feel like they are from the point of view of the gourmet. And the cook is portrayed as some magic being, swathed in the glamor of fabulous food. Here, though there is plenty of mouthwatering "food porn." we see a story about a chef. And the authenticity is sometimes very subtle, but the whole movie is embued with it.
It also makes a great metaphor for indie writers.
See you in the funny papers.