Review by kendra-prussien

As our saga begins we are greeted with a dinner scene containing aggressive caucasity, some fried chicken and a failed proposal. The plot line goes from here as our unhappy, rich white characters go on complaining about all aspects of their lives...except one. The dinner was awful and yet the chicken was amazing. This brings our viewer to meet our protagonist, the new chef, Colonel Sanders. The audience needs no explanation of military rank or how he ended up working for these people and we don't care. The Colonel's bulging biceps, under a shirt that is simultaneously perfect and one size too small, grab the attention of both the viewer and our unhappy Gringa leading lady. There is some plot between a bitter boyfriend and a conniving mother wherein the acting leaves the audience speechless and confused as we clutch our pearls in anticipation of where this movie could possibly be going. Overall, the best acting came from the Colonel's salt and pepper hair which seems to almost levitate above the head of Mario Lopez. The movie was both too much and not enough since it left me wanting more...a perfect analogy to what it's like to eat KFC.