the kind of thing many serious movie-goers kind of dismiss automatically, but honestly not that bad. fairly simplistic in its depictions of indian culture and the culinary world, but a nice enough film.
there's a scene in this where chewbacca's father basically watches porn. part of me wants to know how much cocaine was consumed during the production of this television special, but the other part knows i don't.
for a lot of its running time, whiplash seems to think that it takes broken relationships, brutality, and blood to produce great art, but in the case of this movie, what those things produce is only mediocre at best.