I expected a movie for my mother's taste: Juliette Binoche, dramatic love and hopes for an Oscar, but decided that I can sit through it because of my love for food. This movie made me hate food. Cooking in a castle, the menu of a prince - who cares?! They make even digestion seem false, while presumably praising the simple pleasures. And everything on the canvas of a boring love story between a feminist cook and a snooty chef, who pretends to care how stew fed the nation for centuries, while busting enormous quantities of all these exclusive ingredients to entertain his friends. There's also the predictable and at the same time unbelievable rising of a new culinary talent: a poor little girl who's not mature enough to appreciate some delicacies, but is somehow capable of guessing all the ingredients in a complex sauce from just one sip. With every scene I was like: nooo, you didn't actually make this movie! Nooo! But they did. The only things that slightly interested me were the aluminum antennae they put in soil to make it stronger and the way they ate some kind of small birds with their heads hidden under their napkins.