The culinary culture clash comedy “The Hundred-Foot Journey” dawdles, like a meal that drags on and on because the waiter is too busy texting to bother bringing you the check.
Based on the Richard Morais novel, it’s a low-flame romance and low-heat feud about a family of Indian restaurateurs who set up their spicy, gaudy and noisy eatery across the road from a posh, Michelin-endorsed, haute cuisine establishment in rural France.
Lasse “Chocolat” Hallstrom directs; Helen “The Queen” Mirren is the imperious, snooty French restaurant’s owner; and the young leads — Manish Dayal as the aspiring Indian chef, Charlotte Le Bon as the winsome French one — are charming.
How did this smorgasbord turn out so bland?
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It begins with promise. Hassan (Dayal) learns to cook from his mother at their family restaurant in Mumbai. Mom (Juhi Chawla) teaches him to cook with “all the senses,” that “To cook, you must kill. You cook, you make ghosts.” Meats and vegetables must retain their “spirits” for the dish to be great.
Violence in India kills the mother and sends her brood — led by Papa (Om Puri) — first to Britain, then to France, where the locals don’t know Indian food. Why would they? They have French cuisine, the world’s finest.
A road accident forces the Indian clan (Papa and five kids) to take a closer look at a charming village in the south of France, and Papa is drawn to an empty restaurant. The huffy Madame Mallory (Mirren) provokes him into sealing the deal. Maison Mumbai opens, a flurry of curries and riot of color and noisy Indian music, right across the road from Madame Mallory’s long-established, one-star, fine dining institution.
Hassan tries to impress her, she’s not having it. He tries to make peace, she won’t have it.
Mirren is regal as ever, and Puri, best known here for “Charlie Wilson’s War,” fumes up a nice blubbering rage. But nobody else gets much screen time. Ugly French xenophobia pops up, abruptly, and is dismissed just as quickly.
And all those sensual delights that great food films are known for “Hundred-Foot Journey” shortchanges.
So this “Hundred-Foot Journey” seems to end several steps shy of completion, a bland romantic comedy where the actors don’t show us their characters’ love for each other or the food that supposedly is their reason for living. They merely talk a good game.