Flavors of Youth – A Pretty Letdown with Cold Noodles
May Contain Spoilers – and major side-eyes.
So here’s the thing: this movie was created by the same people who brought us Your Name. Naturally, my expectations were high. Like, sky-high. But what did I get? A lukewarm dish served with a side of flat dialogue and missed potential.
Let’s just say… I wanted flavor. What I got was microwaved nostalgia.
Story One: The Noodle Guy with No Chill
The first segment? My household calls it “the guy who loves his noodles.”
That’s literally the whole story.
As a kid, his grandmother would bring him these magical bowls of noodles. Now that he's older, nothing compares — not even the ones he finds as an adult. It’s a quiet little tale about how memories taste better than reality.
There’s a moment of emotion when his grandmother passes away, but even that felt... bland. It tugged at my heart a little, but not enough to save the segment. I get the message — “we grow up and lose the flavor of youth” — but it was way too light on seasoning.
Story Two: Sisterhood in a Runway World
Now we’re picking up a bit. Two sisters. One’s a fashion designer. The other? A model who clearly didn’t get the memo that brains are also a part of beauty.
The model sister frustrated me at first. She came off a little... shallow. But over time, she comes around. Starts wearing the clothes her sister makes. Starts appreciating her. Sister love wins. Yay.
But even though this segment had more heart, I still couldn’t fully connect. It felt like a sketch of a good story — not the full painting. I wanted to care more... but I just didn’t.
Story Three: Emotionally Constipated and Proud of It
This last one? Whew.
The voice acting in the English dub was so flat, I legit checked if I had accidentally put my TV on “emotionless robot” mode. The main guy is so emotionally closed off, he ends up missing the love of his life because he can’t say how he feels.
And listen, I love slow burns. But this wasn’t a slow burn — it was a frozen matchstick.
No chemistry. No passion. Just a whole lot of staring at the past and saying “if only…”
Sir, you missed your chance because you couldn’t form a single heartfelt sentence. I can’t sympathize with that.
Final Thoughts (and a Comparison I Swore I’d Never Make)
I wanted to love this movie. I really did. But it just... wasn’t it.
Maybe the Japanese dub hits harder — I’ll give that a try later and see if it saves anything. But as of now? This was a letdown. Not the worst thing I’ve seen (looking directly at you, Death Note live-action).
That movie? That was a crime. I’m still asking the Almighty to give me those two hours of life back.
Flavors of Youth, though? It’s just one of those films that sounds deep but forgets to let you feel anything.
Watch it if you’re curious. You might find some sweetness in it that I didn’t. But for me?
It’s a no.
Until next time,
QueenxLexii 🍜💔
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