By the end of this "film", I left exhausted and was completely fed up with this asinine mess. This was as pretentious as you could get, as far up your own a**hole as you can go.

There is no horror, or suspense, or logic, or even a cohesive theme. Bits and pieces of what resembled a critique of the elite and classism showed up from time to time, but never really materialized into something coherent.

Something something wealthy, something something critics, something something men, something something working class. As unfocused as my eyesight without my thick glasses. "The Menu" takes a shotgun approach in its haphazard attempt to complain about everyone and everything.

"Nothing and nobody is up to my standards, so let's just set it all on fire." That's this movie: Nihilism in its purest, dullest, and dumbest form.

With such talented leads in Ralph Fiennes, Anya Taylor-Joy and Nicholas Hoult, it's a damn shame that "The Menu" could not even make a Happy Meal out of its luxurious ingredients.

TL,DR: Skip it entirely.