The Menu

The film fares better as a tightly constructed exercise in horror, like a cross between the mechanized death of a Saw movie and the eat-the-rich grotesquerie of Peter Greenaway’s The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover.

The Menu is an atmospheric, claustrophobic thriller with a killer ending, but manages to fall short in serving up a full-course of deranged delights.

Slowik’s slow-cooked revenge against social inequality, bad taste, cruel critique, culinary pretension and even ‘fast food’ cinema is unsettling and accusatory.

It’s easy to point and laugh at the rich, or feel a sense of vindication... But you still walk away feeling hungry.

Stylishly photographed by Peter Deming, The Menu becomes increasingly creepy with each new course.

I don't think I necessarily felt satisfied by the climax of this film, but it's a very stylish affair. I very much enjoyed being in the world it's set in. It left me hungry for more, I guess.

In the end, The Menu is a little like an unrisen souffle. Delicious but not quite as lofty as it hoped.

This gourmet show takes unforeseen directions when each step of the menu is transformed into a theatrical act, where the tension will go to a crescendo and the experience that chef Slowik and his team have prepared is not what the diners expected...

The Menu is an entertaining horror satire with a marvelous ensemble cast but fails to deliver a slightly interesting punch line.

“The Menu” demonstrates how capitalism and its relationship to consumerism can actively suck the joy from creatives, particularly as they attempt to fulfil the needs of the most affluent and entitled consumers.