I have to admit my opinion was written in my mind as we strolled into the theater. The phrase "predictably slushy, and slushily predictable" sounded just right for what I expected to be a formulaic load of old mush. And so it was.
A family from India moves first to the UK when their restaurant is burned down by rioters, but the UK doesn't work for them so they tour France looking for just the right place to set up their new venture. The place they choose just happens to be the other side of the road - the "hundred foot journey" - to a classic French restaurant owned by Helen Mirren.
General merriment (not) ensues as the two eateries duke it out for custom. I won't be spoiling anything by telling you (because even The Pinball Wizard could see what was going to happen) the Indian son turns out to be a wonderful chef, and everything ends happily. Even for the decidedly undesirable Om Puri who, in a story line sure to pander to the film's Indian audience rather than anyone not brought up on a steady diet of over-engineered film romances, finds himself paired with the albeit aging but still solid 7/10 Mirren to his 1/10.
The only good thing about the film was the total lack of ridiculous singing and dancing.
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