While offering an interesting critique of the upper class, and the inherent pretension of art, The Menu struggles when it comes to having any real emotional hook outside of The blunt symbolism of the burger.
The characters are vapid serving as little more than symbols. Through these characters, it seemingly wants to imitate something like The Discreet Charm of The Borgoise. They are little more than archetypes to support the central thesis of the plot. The only real intrigue is…