Director/writer Jon Favreau has returned to independent comedy with heart and passion. Without question, every syllable, every frame, and every musical note of Chef feels like a recipe conjured up by Favreau composed of his favorite ingredients. In keeping with that theme, Chef doesn’t deliver one flavor profile, but several, as Favreau navigates between high-brow humor, low-brow humor, and deep character development. The result is a touching, and often laugh out loud funny story of a man trying to connect with his son, while also reminding himself of a passion he knows he has lost. On the whole, Favreau successfully accomplishes what he set out do—entertain while relaying a topic clearly personal to him, being the person you want to be, through the medium of the culinary arts.
I have a certain stylistic rules I adhere to when writing film critiques—for example, I do not write from the first-person perspective. But, because Veronica Mars wonderfully, and refreshingly, breaks most rules of film making and execution, I have decided to break my own rules in order to give the film the review it deserves.
Reviewing film, or any medium for that matter, requires two elements: a standard for evaluation, and an objective perspective. On the second point, because movies provide such a visceral experience, it is often difficult for a reviewer to differentiate between the positives and negatives of a piece of cinema and their own personal preferences for what they enjoy in a film.