Every Sunday, venerable chef Chu (Sihung Lung) prepares an elaborate dinner for
his three lovely daughters. Despite Chu's exotic dishes, the family barely
nibbles at the food. The listless mealtime ritual mirrors the foursome's general
lack of appetite for life: Chu has lost his sense of taste, and his daughters
just want to go on with their separate, lonely lives. But something new is
cooking that is about to spice up everyone's existence, and three marriages and
a funeral later, the Chu family will learn to embrace life's unpredictabilty.
Cheesy plot synopsis aside, I watched it anyway this morning, and it's the first film I've seen since Children of Men that made me want to watch it again right after I was done the first time. It has sumptuous cinematography, the setting is a fascinating modern Taiwan, the script is at turns funny and affecting, and most importantly of all it is fun to watch.
This movie reminds me of a story. A friend of mine was discussing the movie The Hours with her mother-in-law, I think it was, who expressed that she didn't like the movie. My friend blurted out, "You didn't like that movie? Are you dead inside?" I feel the same way about this movie. Anyone who doesn't like Eat Drink Man Woman is dead inside.