If watching grown men burst into tears over a tart that can ruin their lives is your idea of fun, then this is the movie for you.
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Right up to the competition, which is only held every four years, it is obvious that this is not just a dream and ambition but an absolute obsession of all the Chefs taking part. As well as their extraordinary skills and passion, they need nerves as steel…. as did I just watching as I ended up a total nervous wreck worrying if they, and their delicate sculptures, would end the day in one piece.
Nail biting to the very end, but I wouldn’t have missed it even for the very large chocolate gateau I was gagging for by the end. My tip for a successful viewing of this movie is eat first and then ensure you have a large bottle of vodka (or whatever) to steady your nerves.
P.S. And if you had thought from my opening paragraph that I was referring to the other kind of tarts that have no morals and wear short skirts, then you would have been in good company. I mean why else did President Sarkozy turn up at the end to present the Awards, because we know that he’s not known to hang around bakeries!
★★★★★★★★