Forgive me for using this obvious but completely apt adjective here, but The Menu is a delicious movie-going experience. A wicked and cruelly delightful satirical spit in the eye of a film.

The flick is about an exclusive island where a famous chef (Ralph Fiennes) prepares an elaborate and storied meal for the stupidly wealthy. But he has a plan for them all. But one customer – Anya Taylor-Joy – is not amused by the fine dining, the fine dining snobs, or the fine dining chef. Chef is not amused in return.

This movie is a darkly fun and funny time… wildly uncomfortable and joyfully mean-spirited about fine dining and the snobs who discuss it in Tthat way. I was thoroughly engaged, totally curious where it was going and if this was going to be the other cannibal movie of the week. I rarely get a chance to be on the edge of my seat and that’s where I found myself.

The film has a problem in its final act but it’s not enough to hurt my overall score. Basically, the movie overstays its welcome a bit – maybe cut twenty minutes out, streamlining events and maybe making the conclusion a hair less abstract or thematic. The analogy – if that’s what it was – felt a little too hazy as it played with servers and the served.

Anya Taylor-Joy is wonderful as usual – her best performance in a sea of good performances. Girl really knows how to use those eyes and a stony countenance. Fiennes perfectly channels his elitist snob chef and its fun trying to guess what his game is. They are joined by wanna-be food snob Nicholas Holt, washed-up actor and professional name-dropped John Leguizamo, and a few other “hey it’s that person” actors.

I was thoroughly entertained by this flick and if it runs a little too long, I’m sure that’s to solely drive home whatever their themes were. If those themes seemed a little abstract at the end, that’s probably on me. I highly recommend this flick, especially if you look askance at foodies and maybe just want a cheeseburger and fries.

Score: 88