I saw Chef at the local artsy theater where Jon Favreau served up light, summer enjoyment. Was it an Art film? Not sure about that. Independent film. Sure, I'll buy that. But honestly... The music drove the story.
The tension between the front of the house and the kitchen or the owner and the chef made for a mostly believable story. But the real tension in this film is between the food critic and the chef. Certainly criticism hurts. But can it cause a meltdown that would initiate a full vocational reinvention? And let's be honest – who gets to throw a public fit only to turn around and fall into the job that will provide reinvention? And after the reinvention, who lands an even better job? The answer to that question... a privileged human being.
Even with that, the music drove the story with the chefs behind the chef (John Leguizamo and Bobby Cannavale) providing the fun. If I were to cook in a kitchen, I hope to be surrounded by people with this kind of humor and energy.
Two things I recommend: Check out the soundtrack and look for a cubano sandwich to try. They sound amazing!