It's cute and tart and all those things, but Waitress was most successful with inspiring in me a deep, predatorial desire for pie. Any kind of pie really, as long as it consisted of a crust and a filling. I not only wanted to eat pie; I wanted to make pie. I saw Waitress on Saturday and I haven't had pie yet. I want pie. I want to make pie.
I'm trying to think of other movies that've triggered a craving. Chocolat, of course. The Contender really makes me want a shark steak sandwich, even though I've never had one and I hate seafood. Do the Right Thing makes me want pizza. Sleeping Beauty makes me want cake. What about you?
Mike Leigh at 75: Happy-Go-Lucky
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