Melissa McCarthy,
Tiffany Haddish and Elisabeth Moss struggle to rise above a cartoonish and shoddily constructed crime drama
The Kitchen, a late summer, female-led adaptation of a little-known DC comic, is the worst kind of bad movie.
That’s because it has all the ingredients of a good movie, from a juicy premise to a stellar cast, yet it’s assembled with such staggering incompetency that from the very first scene it boils over into one star territory, all promise evaporating from the screen. The boredom and confusion that then follows is backgrounded by an almost angry frustration that someone could get something so potentially thrilling so very, very wrong.