I was thinking, Don McKellar and food how can you go wrong. There was even a small nod in once scene to his character of Curtis from Twitch City by having him flipping channels watching tv on the sofa, so I thought I was in movie heaven.
But I was wrong.
This film starts off strong, setting up what looks like a journey of food and self but once you hit the second act it becomes weighed down with a teenaged love story between the nanny and the cook's god-son. Then act three turns political.
Plot: Micheal and his wife are moved to India as diplomats, while his wife works he stays home with the baby. Being a chef in Canada gave him a purpose, now he's not even having fun in his own kitchen until the house cook starts giving him lessons in Indian cooking. Soon things start to disappear from their rooms, as a new nanny is hired and Stella's family members start showing up. Before long, Stella is missing too.
I thought act one was brilliant but quickly lost interest as the movie turned directions. This one hit a sour note with me.
