Oh, look, another CGB review of a Bradley Cooper flick. How many of his movies have I reviewed by now, five? (Looks through archives) Yeah, five, which makes Burnt the sixth Bradley Cooper movie that I reviewed, hence proving that Bradley Cooper movie reviews are a part of CGB canon.
This is also the second WORST Bradley Cooper movie that I have seen all year!
Burnt is eerily similar to its even more abomidable cousin, Aloha. Just like in Aloha, Bradley Cooper is playing yet another talented screw-up who hits rock bottom off-screen (we only hear about his past frick-ups through expositional dialogue), but is now working towards redemption. He plans to open his own restaurant and he does so by recruiting equally skilled cooks to come work for him, even if it means SABOTAGING their own professions (Example: He gets Sienna Miller’s single mother character fired from her old job so that she has no choice but to climb aboard the Bradley express). His goal is to have his restaurant gain three Michelin stars and all that jazz.
I’m going to be honest: I walked out halfway through this flick. Bradley, I really don’t like picking on you, but you need to fire your agent because this chef drama is a dish served sour.
Bradley, are you trying to land a villain role somewhere? Is Rocket gonna betray Starlord and company in Guardians of the Galaxy 2 or something? That’s the only plausible reason I can think of to explain why you agreed to star in this lackluster serving of cinema. Bradley Cooper’s character, whose name I’ve already forgotten, is so despicable that it’s like this movie only exists to provide a strong case for why Cooper should play a villain at some point in his career. There is one scene where Cooper does this menancing laugh, and if he were to end up being a Marvel villain or the next nemesis of James Bond, I could see him doing a great job.
The food in the film is very pretty to look at. They’re colorful, well-crafted and are appetizing to the eye. If this movie did anything right, it’s that it shows a raw look into the intense pressures of culinary culture. Food critics, or michelin men/women, are like movie critics; If your food is awesome, the reviews will be ever in your favor. If your food sucks, the reviews will kill ya and your restaurant will die faster than Geena Davis’ movie career after Cutthroat Island.
This movie has an awesome cast! I love Bradley Cooper, Sienna Miller, the luminous Lily James (she played Cinderella in the live-action Cinderella remake), Uma Thurman, Emma Thompson, Alicia Vikander (Ex_Machinia) and others. With a talented group of people like that, we’re bound to see some great performances….
If only this hope came to fruition.
(Commencing Super Saiyan Rant Mode) The last time I walked up to my best friend and began telling her the history of our friendship was NEVER! This movie has no concept of how people talk. It’s Aloha all over again with actors approaching each other and telling we, the audience, their backstory in a clunky, unrealistic fashion. However unlike Aloha, some of the dialogue is hard to hear. It’s the “God-forbid-someone-turns-their-head-away-from-the-camera” scenario where once that happens, there’s no way you’re gonna hear what is being said.
Why is it so hard for Hollywood to understand how to write an unlikable character correctly? Difficult protagonists are made easy to root for if they either have moments where they put their selfishness aside for someone they care about or if they frequently get their comeuppance. This movie tries to make Cooper this hip rebel with philosophies on food that make no sense, but I’m sorry–I just can’t sympathetize with a guy who gets a woman fired from her current job to come work for him, loses his shiz and throws a tantrum when under pressure, and breaks into an old associate’s hotel room in the first five minutes of the movie. I love Bradley Cooper’s striking blue eyes as much as anyone else, but if he broke into my house, I’d call the cops, not engage in expositional chit-chat.
I should clarify what I meant by “With a talented group of people like that, we’re bound to see some great performances….If only this hope came to fruition.” Here’s what I mean: No one in this movie gives a bad performance and that’s because except for Cooper and Miller, no one else is given time to give a performance of any kind.
WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU, LILY? Lily James gets two minutes of screen time and then she’s gone in the blink of an eye. Alicia Vikander shows up for a five minute schppiel and then–poof!–she vanishes into thin air. Uma Thurman gets a good ten minutes and then good-bye! Emma Thompson gets three short scenes, which is the deluxe treatment in this flick. As for Sienna Miller, she plays a bland, watered-down version of Taya Kyle (American Sniper). She is given no opportunity to bring the same level of depth and development to the table that she brought to American Sniper. Lo and behold, I have already forgotten what her character’s name is in this movie!
The icing on the cake of incompetency is that the writing is on autopilot. Things just happen with no rhyme or reason because none of the plot points are properly set up. Cooper is double-crossed by another character because–potatoes! There’s a suicide attempt that comes right the frick out of nowhere because–turnips! There’s a weird joke about how Thurman is a lesbian who, at one time, got frisky with Cooper because–filet mignon! In addition, the tone is off its rocker. The first act is all light, cool and funnyish, but then the act two gets going and that is when we suddenly get drug dealers, betrayal and the out-of-left-field suicide attempt.
By the way, I walked out right after the suicide attempt.
After I stumbled out of the theater, I began driving home and had such a headache from the mediocrity that I had to pull over. I wandered into Albertson’s and found myself in the fruits and vegetables section. I remember holding a green apple in my hand, staring it down as I came back to reality. “What did I come in here for?” I said to myself with a deer-in-the-headlights look on my face.
I ended up buying a case of water and some veggies.
Yes, Burnt is such a bad movie that I actually lost my sense of time and place. The Albertson’s veggies that I steamed and ate for lunch were far more delectable than this badly-cooked film.
Saint Lawrence, pray for us.