Give a man a fish . . .

Jiro Dreams of Sushi

Crit

Ah, fathers, sons, and raw tuna. A film strikingly similar to yesterday's Footnote, except that it's a documentary, and the father's expertise is in sushi, and he has won all the accolades his life's work merits, and he has two sons who follow directly in his footsteps, and the Oedipal (and fraternal) competition is benign. But otherwise, pretty much the same film.

Here's all you need to know about Jiro Ono's restaurant: it has ten seats, and reservations must be made at least a month in advance, and they serve no appetizers, only sushi, and Le Guide rouge has given it 3 stars. That established, it's redundant to say that the sushi is incomparably beautiful, made with exacting care from the best fish available at the market daily (we get to see a tuna auction!), and, duh, more delicious than any sushi you or I have ever eaten. Yup, it's one of those hungrymaking films.