While other reviews of this film emphasize its pointed satire of foodie culture, I also noticed a much more pervasive theme: how we idolize our heroes and leaders ( be they from entertainment, religion, sports, culinary or especially given the current climate , political) and how much power we allow them to have over us, even at the expense of our own common sense or safety. The people that come to Chef Slovik’s ( Ralph Fiennes) private island restaurant either are there to adore his food artistry or think they can gain from it by somehow controlling or influencing its reputation. As the evening wears on, and we come to realize that Slovak has a bone to pick with each of them, the tension and dangers mount. I began to wonder why his beleaguered guests didn’t try harder to at least resist what was happening, ( they do, to varying degrees of success or lack of it) and are of course pretty trapped by their location and the small army of cooks and goons under Sloviks employ. But beyond their helplessness at the situation, there is a sense that no matter what horrors the “ Great Man” throws at them, they somehow still wish to bathe, even bloodily, in his power. Only the the utterly luminous Anya Taylor Joy is immune, but she is there almost by accident and her lack of connection to this sycophantic world is her best defense. While the films treatment of the mad devotion of Slovik’s staff and the complacency of his victims may seem unrealistic, those of us old enough to remember Jonestown, Heaven’s Gate or Waco, or even the unfathomable loyalty to current public figures gives The Menu’s satire some sharp bite.