Toast A Simple Film About A Complicated Family

"No matter how bad things get, it's impossible not to love someone who made you toast--once you've bitten through that crusty surface to the soft dough underneath and tasted the salty butter, you're lost forever."--Young Nigel.

This is truly a wonderful film.  If you haven’t seen it, you really must.  It’s based on the childhood memories of Nigel Slater, though of course, Hollywoodified…or BBC Filmified, rather.  

When you watch this film, you must watch it on a full stomach.  Or rather, you better watch it while you are feasting…and I mean FEASTING.  From the first sight of pork pies, my mouth would not stop watering at the very thought of them.  I swear I dreamed about them and didn’t stop thinking about having one for at least the next three days.

Back to the film though…Nigel’s father, played by Ken Scott is a truly wretched man.  Ugh.  He pisses me off.  Men like him always piss me off.  I suppose that means he did a great job in the film though, doesn’t it?  Although, at times you kind of feel for him, too.  Helena Bonham Carter, who plays Freddie Highmore’s mother for the third time in a film…well, stepmother in this case, is marvelous as always.  Her character, Mrs. Potter is an interesting character.  I won’t say much more than that, because I don’t want to spoil it for you; but I will say that she plays a comical yet distressing woman.  And then watching Freddie Highmore is truly a remarkable experience.  I mean, to watch him continue growing and developing into the phenomenal actor that he is—he’ll be one of the greats of our time.  I have no doubt.  He’s definitely one of the greatest young actors right now.  The young Nigel, played by Oscar Kennedy, also does a wonderful job—you just want to hug him and feed him all the yummy food he wants.

All in all, it’s a beautifully told and touching story.  Just remember…feast while you watch it ;).

You can find this film on Netflix if you want to watch it, and I strongly urge you to do so!

BIG LOVE & HUGS

Love,

Justine