No Reservations Reviews
Here is a romcom that has been developed on a Petri dish in some unspeakable secret department at the Porton Down biological warfare unit, designed to release a gaseous vapour into cinemas, rendering the civilian population immobile.
No Reservations, starring Catherine Zeta-Jones as a persnickety New York chef, makes a corned beef hash out of Mostly Martha, the much-loved 2001 German film from which it has been Hollywoodized.
The thing's so charming and frothy and delightful and sentimental and beautifully shot and well-acted and sincere that it takes a good couple of hours before you start craving real nourishment.
The first lesson we learn in Scott Hicks' contrived romance No Reservations is that 'there's no greater sin than to overcook a quail.' The second is that a blandly seasoned comedy is nearly as unappetizing.
The salacious close-ups of saucepans and gnocchi and quail guarantee it: After seeing No Reservations you'll be hungry for a really top-flight meal. And, to go with it, a better film.
An unnecessary but somewhat charming remake of Mostly Martha, the delicious 2001 German film about food, love and family values that enchanted a lot of skeptics, including me.