so Margot is looking around Chef’s house and notices that out of all the photos on his wall, the picture of him flipping burgers appeared to be the last time in his life where he looked truly happy to be a cook. she was able to use this to restore his love and appreciation for the craft of cooking by reminding him of a time where he had yet to be sucked dry of his passion, even if it was…
one wouldn't be exaggerating when saying that this movie borders the creation of its own cinematic genre. there isn't a single facet that i didn't like, but above everything else, i especially found a bit of myself in the first cop's obsession with expiration dates as it underscores his fear of abandonment, and in the second cop's penchant to talk to inanimate objects as a depiction of the loneliness that follows him everywhere.
worth the watch, especially if you're some twentysomething looking for solace to your misery in others' own sorrows, as every adult in this movie goes home at the end of the day to a nearly wrecked domestic life. occasionally razor-sharp, a study in how a man becomes a father to himself and others. how grim!