It's a little surprising that we don't see more films that revolve around food: it, and the eating of it, is axiomatically one of the central themes of every human life, far more so than love or family or vampires. Which isn't to say that there aren't food-related films, of course, ranging from the excellent ( Ratatouille), the merely OK ( Julie and Julia), and the definitively mediocre ( Chocolat). Fitting itself firmly into the latter category is Soul Kitchen, the latest effort from German director Fatih Akin. To its credit, the film doesn't really stress about being much more than an entertainment, but even so, it falls short of its goals.
That wouldn't be a problem if it didn't make the movie feel so disorganized, as if Akin couldn't decide whether he wanted it to be a light character study or a more traditional three-act dramatic piece. Perhaps the film's greatest sin is that it's simply not funny: most of the humor is derived from Zinos' bad back, so we're left looking at Bousdoukos (who resembles nothing less than a weird love child of Andrew W.K. and Danzig) making funny walks and clutching at his side at inopportune moments. It's physical humor that is only mildly amusing to begin with, but which wears down in effectiveness over the course of the nearly two-hour running time.
In Soul Kitchen's defense, it is at least well-directed, and features some great music and some nice montage sequences. It's never offensively bad or boring, by any means, but it seems like one of those movies where someone needed to make a choice about what direction the story would take, and no one stepped up to the plate. It's one of those movies that everyone had a good time making, but it's also a movie that seems to avoid being compelling or heartfelt or funny in favor of simply being zany. It doesn't even succeed on the level of those Amelie-ish confections that are uplifting by sheer virtue of being airy. It's somewhat ironic that a movie called Soul Kitchen fails to have much of a soul itself.


















