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Racism is still alive and well (and this was a movie released in 2014), but I do not like the way how the movie handled it here. But, to be completely honest, this could have been done in an entirely different way. It's what ends their rivalry and allows Mallory to see Hassan as a potential chef for her restaurant instead of her competition. I suppose it was necessary in that this is what brings Mallory close to Hassan and his family. For how pleasant the rest of the movie is, this racism shit just didn't really fit in with the rest of the movie. Here's the thing, I get why they did it, but it felt so forced and heavy-handed. Hassan's arrival with his family ruffles some feathers among the racists in Mallory's kitchen, who proceed (with a group of friends of his) to torch Hassan's family's restaurant. Of course, though, not everything is so pleasant. Hassan falls for Marguerite, who works for Mallory's restaurant as a sous chef, I think. It's all the typical stuff you would expect. Mallory takes a look at her competition's menu and proceeds to buy all the ingredients at the local market just to fuck with them. A lot of the movie is the obvious culture clash, where the stuffier and uptight Mallory has to deal with the more lively, (sometimes) louder and spicier Indians living 100-feet from her. Of course, he buys it and they start their own restaurant. Their car breaks down in this village and Hassan's father comes across the property that is being sold. They open a restaurant across the street from Mallory's restaurant, hence the title, after leaving India (losing everything they had in a fire, including the matriarch) to start anew in Europe. This is where Hassan, his father and the rest of his family come in. Mallory has been eagerly anticipating their second star year after year for 30 years at the time of the film's events. There are three stars, one is very good, two is phenomenal and three, well, you are basically one of the greats. This Michelin Star thing is a bit of a guide book that tells you which restaurants you should visit based on their star rating. Anyway, the reason I bring this up is that, in part, this film deals with Madam Mallory's restaurant's search for their second Michelin Star. So fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
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I don't know how to explain this, but it makes perfect sense in my mind. It's so much easier to enjoy a movie that a critic you followed enjoy than it is to enjoy a meal that a food critic you follow loves. You don't necessarily have that in food criticism because, again, it involves literal taste. Maybe your tastes align or whatever, so you can seek them out knowing that the reviewers' thoughts might match your own. The difference between food criticism and, say, film criticism is that, at the very least, you can come to learn to trust someone's opinion on a movie. I suppose you could make the argument that it serves to promote great meals and restaurants, but what's great to one person might be shit to me. Obviously, there's a stereotype associated with a food critic that might not always reflect the reality, but, as a whole, I don't know what the point is of reviewing food. I'm not saying that food critics' opinions are invalid, but it's just a profession that I do not understand. Also, and this might sound ignorant, but I find food criticism to be a bit snobbish. Might sound like a cliched thing to say, but I feel that it's true in this case. I suppose you might say that I could take classes but, realistically speaking, one is born with that. Sometimes there are moments when I look at a particularly skilled chef working their magic and I think to myself that I wish I could do that. Or at least I think I am, since I'm the only one who has eaten my cooking thus far. Anyway, I think it should be known, for the record, that I am an awful cook. It's apparently become a running joke now that I end up writing reviews later and later, as it's now 9:24 pm Of course, I also haven't had dinner yet, so it rules to be me, I guess.
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