Lovingly filmed (in natural light?), with much clatter and sizzle, it will appeal to foodies. The plot is not entirely predictable, partly because it is as fragile as a sheet of buttered and baked filo (?) pastry.
Every shot is like a painting. In particular, an outside meal successfully channels Renoir.
The main characters seem to stand for male, female, child archetypes. But not a hell of a lot happens. Just let it wash over you. Questions about who these people are and what happened to the poor people (and the washing up) are elided in a rather dated way. And don't go on an empty stomach-unless you don't eat meat.
Every shot is like a painting. In particular, an outside meal successfully channels Renoir.
The main characters seem to stand for male, female, child archetypes. But not a hell of a lot happens. Just let it wash over you. Questions about who these people are and what happened to the poor people (and the washing up) are elided in a rather dated way. And don't go on an empty stomach-unless you don't eat meat.