Delicious * * *

Sometimes when I go to the movies I go at lunchtime.  Having an aversion to most of the food which they sell at cinemas I bring my own. Usually a sandwich. They have signs these days saying that the only food that can be consumed in the cinema is the food which you bought at their "candy bar" or whatever, but as most of that food is grossly overpriced and unpalatable I tend to ignore that ruling and would encourage you to do the same. 

I made a tuna sandwich to take with me today which naturally gives off a slight odour. But it could not be called unpleasant and I believe it might have been a real benefit to the people sitting close to me as they were given an olfactory experience to compliment what was on the screen.  They didn't complain.  Besides, I wasn't the only one eating.   

 And really, could it ever be as offensive as the sickening smell of popcorn? Also, it only took me ten minutes to eat, as opposed to the sound and stink of  someone chowing down an oversized bucket of popcorn over the whole two hours.  

You want to look at this food whilst
eating pop corn? Come on!

I mention this because Delicious is a french film about cooking and eating.  Set two hundred years ago, just before La Revolution  Manceron is a gourmet chef  who works for a disgracefully privileged aristocratic chateau who have a "Let 'em eat cake" attitude to the poor whilst they indulge themselves like pigs at a trough. 

Manceron has a falling out with the Duke and is duly dismissed. Off he goes with his teenage son and the pair move in with Manceron's ageing father. (A bit like a lot of people in their thirties today often seem to do).

So now it's the three blokes representing three generations living a modest life and existing off root vegetables and game. Suddenly a woman called Louise turns up and she wants Manceron to teach her to cook.  She knows who he is.  But he doesn't know much about her, which makes him nervous - and makes us curious.

After much toing and froing and some financial persuasion (she's got a bit of money), he agrees and so commences her tutelage.  Stage coaches drop in at the old mans house to water and feed the horses and the passenger might get a bowl of soup. It's how the old man earns a bit of income.  Louise and the son come up with an idea to up the quality of the food. 

After some serious setbacks, some revelations from Louise about her past,  and some nasty interventions from The Duke, (boo hiss!) they find they have not only opened what is regarded as the first restaurant in France but Manceron and Louise have fallen for each other (didn't see that coming, did ya?).

It's probably highly unlikely. Just a fun yarn, but it's a beautifully shot film as they come up with dishes which would make Nigella Lawson toss in the tea-towel.    

Like me, you might like to go watch it at a lunch time session. Take your own  sandwich - Viva La Revolution!