Three monologues on three separated days give us a slice of life of a man, still attached to his mother, who tries to make his own way in the city.
He gets a menial job in a restaurant whose owner he idolizes, takes a chef’s course to prove his worth, and falls in love. The evolution of these narrative threads is captured in the video diary he makes for his mother.
The story develops in a depressingly predictable way, I would be spoiling the ending if I said as much as… oh never mind. This is the stuff of soap opera, not high drama.
The wafer thin plot is a hook upon which to hang a character exposé. This is just as one-dimensional. As he speaks to his mother/the audience, he’s extremely candid, even when it comes to his sex life. Perhaps this hints at an interesting parental relationship, but this is never explored. Is there nothing to it? Or is it neglected? One suspects.
The story is simple and conservative, there’s absolutely nothing of significance to it, it’s just “quite nice”. While it has no real faults, this is for lack of vision rather than skill in execution. Anybody could have crafted it.
3/5 
Bernie Greenwood
