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.

As much as I liked it... at the end of the day, it's not quite as smart as it thinks it is.

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.

Despite knowing how the story goes and where the twists and turns are, The Menu is a film that I can see myself going back to again and again.

The movie captivated the audience in a way that held us hostage to Chef Slowik's emotional manipulation. This was cunningly executed.

The Menu perfectly and sharply captures the milieu of this fine dining world with a scathing takedown of the condescension and pretension that fuels it.

Black satire skewers the world of haute cuisine.