I wouldn't mind if this was the new basic movie. This, Saltburn,... movies your friend who is not a film buff likes and calls weird. At least they try something new, even if they don't execute on the level of truly original movies.
The Menu had some really painful bits. I hated Anya Taylor-Joy's skeptic. I hated most of the characters. They were horror cliches, but worse, they were terribly written, and didn't seem to know it. I thought at first the awful writing was self-conscious, but I no longer think so. I think the writers tried writing various kinds of people and simply failed, most tragically at writing the chef -- the artist, with whom they should be kin. The acting followed suit, almost cringey enough to be satire, but again I don't think they tried to be garbage.
Serious similarities to Midsommar. Girl tags along with shaky boyfriend to horror fest. The group slowly realizes bad things are happening, and they aren't sure how seriously to take them. Group gets picked off one by one. Traumatized people accept their fate by the end. Girl escapes the final furnace.
I really didn't like the ending. If I missed some symbolism, that's on me. It was unsatisfying and worse, uninteresting.
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