everything you have heard about this movie is true.

Just intense enough to provide a much-needed diversion, just lightweight enough to make you forget about it soon after it’s over. It’s not exactly “good,” per se, but it does what it sets out to do in terms of putting us on edge, which makes it … successful?

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

Great example of an old-fashioned, pure-at-heart escapist event movie that doesn't pretend to be anything that it's not and has boat loads of fun being its own ludicrous self.

This film is about our globalised world. It's about how little we know about the process that the products we buy go through. We don't know, and thus don't understand the consequences of our choices. Maybe we don't want to know? We become emotionally detached because we don't know how the animals we eat are treated, or the consequences our food has both on our environment and on the people who produce it. Would we make the same choices if we knew? This film shows the people who produce the food and their dreams. A can of ravioli can tell us many things about our society - and this film did.

An eight-country tour of the vital ingredients that go into making a can of pre-packaged ravioli. It ducks the usual gross-out exploitative route (though there are a few unavoidable scenes set in an active slaughterhouse) by focusing on the personal stories of individual workers at each location. That shifts the tone from a disturbing stomach-shifter to a real human interest story, spiced with dashes of sadness, contentment, vengeance and yearning. For those of us watching from the comfort of our first world couches, it's a vivid, tangible example of the lives our counterparts lead elsewhere in the world. Captivating, stirring and educational, if occasionally too sentimental and lingering.