And somehow… everything comes back to me. A pretty astonishing first 5-10 minutes lost to a raging sea of narcissistic drivel.

A distopian Charlie and the Chocolate factory-like tale that failed to pack a punch on any front. 

The film attaches itself to the grandiosity of fine-dining language - tasting notes and prosaic food critics (yes, I am aware of the irony I’ve created), but the humour and violence too often fall foul of the scene it attempts to send up. 

Anya Taylor-Joy a saving grace here.