With an obsessive love of food and food movies, I almost miss every movie and book about food in my sights. The food in this movie hardly arouses much of my desire, because I don't like western food, just like I never liked Catherine Zeta-Jones.
Zeta Jones plays a chef in a New York western restaurant, a workaholic, a strong woman who relies on regular visits to a psychiatrist to balance her life. My sister died in a car accident and left behind a shrewd niece, and her life was disrupted. Then a blond, blue-eyed, handsome man appeared at work. So a fairy tale of handsome men and beautiful women interspersed with red wine and food began.
Or the consistent noble and elegant line, domineering in work and self-appreciation in life. But how do I look at it, why do I think it's a little bit mean, the beauty is late, Zeta Jones, who is already a mother of two children, is really old, no matter how hard the film itself shows her beauty. Especially when she appeared in the camera with the little beauty who played her niece at the same time, it made me feel that the years are getting old, and the once glamorous beauty has become a mediocre woman.
The blandness and cliché of the story itself make the Zeta-Jones hero useless. However, such warm and cliche love stories can always satisfy people's reverie for beautiful things. The scene where the hero and heroine are sitting in front of the fireplace eating body ramisu is really warm and romantic. On a snowy night in New York in winter, there was a warm flame in the fireplace, and two people sat on the floor and ate the tiramisu made by the actor himself. It is said that in Italian, tiramisu means take me home. This scene made me stunned for a moment.
In any case, this is a well-made movie. Aside from many elements, the whole movie gives me the feeling that there are only two words left, seductive.
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