Or at least that's what it seemed to me.
The idea is great. A sommelier loses his palate in the middle of a wine festival and goes on a quest to get it back. This should be fun, I thought. I should have remembered that thing about not judging a book by the cover before I wasted what felt like an eternity on this pretentious drivel.
Whatshisface, the sommelier, spends the entire film gibbering to everyone about his affliction in incoherent sentences that he doesn't even bother to finish, most of the time. And the people he talks to are no better. A lot of habitual yakking about "feeling the passion of wine making," and all that, delivered in equally disjointed fashion.
Nothing artistic in the making of this film, either. It has all the characteristics of a home video. There's a scene in a restaurant in which the background noise is so loud you can barely hear the main characters speak. Also, the camera is held by someone rather unsteady, so beware those who are prone to motion sickness.
Does the sommelier recover his palate? You know what? I can't remember. The film ends with a family scene of the most revolting sentimentality and then we see Whatshisface playing boules. The End.
Watch this turkey, if you must. I wouldn't advise it.
The idea is great. A sommelier loses his palate in the middle of a wine festival and goes on a quest to get it back. This should be fun, I thought. I should have remembered that thing about not judging a book by the cover before I wasted what felt like an eternity on this pretentious drivel.
Whatshisface, the sommelier, spends the entire film gibbering to everyone about his affliction in incoherent sentences that he doesn't even bother to finish, most of the time. And the people he talks to are no better. A lot of habitual yakking about "feeling the passion of wine making," and all that, delivered in equally disjointed fashion.
Nothing artistic in the making of this film, either. It has all the characteristics of a home video. There's a scene in a restaurant in which the background noise is so loud you can barely hear the main characters speak. Also, the camera is held by someone rather unsteady, so beware those who are prone to motion sickness.
Does the sommelier recover his palate? You know what? I can't remember. The film ends with a family scene of the most revolting sentimentality and then we see Whatshisface playing boules. The End.
Watch this turkey, if you must. I wouldn't advise it.
