A successful, genius-level guy loses it all due to drugs or alcohol or bad behavior, and then hits bottom and gets sober and gradually re-establishes himself with the help of a good team, and he ultimately re-ascends. That was more or less what Jon Favreau‘s Chef was about…right? I’m not particularly interested in the angry, alcoholic self-destructive period in the life of the egoistic Adam Jones (Bradley Cooper), and that I hope it’ll be over and done with within the first ten minutes of John WellsBurnt (Weinstein Co., 10.23). Because self-destruction is dull and boring. Best line: “”If you were my girlfriend we would have gotten into an argument in the taxi…we wouldn’t even be talking.” The best chef-foodie movie is still Sandra Nettlebeck‘s Mostly Martha (’01).