Roadrunner: a Film about Anthony Bourdain

As a film about a person never at ease with himself, Roadrunner: A Film about Anthony Bourdain sketches a compelling if depressing picture of a man who at first didn’t have it all and was unhappy, and then did have it all and was still unhappy.

Bourdain died in 2018 and had been famous since the publication of his 2000 memoir Kitchen Confidential turned him into a celebrity at a global level. “It was literally overnight,” he remembers in archive footage, and Roadrunner begins his story more or less about there, barely touching on his years as a heroin addict, a vital piece of the Bourdain jigsaw.

And so, merely alluding to the bookish child with a rebellious streak who’d wound up a junkie in New York – the “no footage, no story” aspect of the film reflects the fact that it’s produced by the people who made Bourdain’s TV shows – the story picks up the threads as Kitchen Confidential propelled Bourdain into the limelight, in a sentence dispensing with the drugs (“I was done with that by 88”) and the career trajectory (“dishwasher to cook to chef”).

The unknown chef Bourdain, afire with what he’d seen on a trip to Japan, had banged out an email all about it to a writer friend back home. The friend showed the “sensational” email to his wife, a publisher. She asked Bourdain if he’d ever thought of writing a book. He said yes. Kitchen Confidential was born, and in a blink Brad Pitt is being talked of to play Bourdain in a movie adaptation. He’s on the Letterman. Oprah wants to talk to him. Craggily handsome, wiry like a rock star, a gifted speaker as well as writer, he’s feted on book tours. Bourdain gets the full treatment.

TV calls, and we learn from the TV people who called – Lydia Tenaglia and Chris Collins, who he remained with to the end – that he was a fast learner. “We’re fucked,” was their verdict when they first toured Japan with the too-quiet Bourdain on his first TV show, an adaptation of his second book, A Cook’s Tour. But by the gang hit Vietnam, Bourdain had worked out that what Tenaglia and Collins wanted from him was not the real him but a version good for TV, a dish made from the ingredients he had at hand – he obliged.

Anthony Bourdain on a scooter
Cooling about on a scooter



Bourdain admitted he was never a great chef, but he was great at being this TV version of himself. Roadrunner runs through some of his defining moments – eating a live cobra heart on TV (“It pumps on the way down too” he reports), getting caught in a war in Lebanon in 2006, and later in the Congo, and many many shots of Bourdain walking, walking, walking the streets of whatever far-flung place they were all in that week. Other TV food/travel crossovers often feature chefs, but none of those presenters walk as much as Bourdain, or look as good doing it.

This is all interwoven with footage from his private life. Marriage number one gives way under the pressure of the fame. He meets Ottavia, another tough, feisty, big-hearted woman and marries her, is surprised to find himself a father for the first time aged 41. Married life suits him in the way it suits all road warriors, as an idealised place to return to and then depart from. The marriage had finished long before Bourdain and Ottavia got divorced. Restless.

And then on to his relationship with Asia Argento, a rocker and a rebel like him, a fellow restless soul. There is some tutting and many a hint of a head shaken in sorrow here from his long-term friends and colleagues but on the whole it’s what’s not said about Argento that’s more telling than what is: silence. This is boggy terrain – while she was with Bourdain, Argento accused Harvey Weinstein of rape from the stage at the Cannes film festival and was later herself accused of sexual harassement – and wisely this film stays a way back. Perhaps lawyers?

He dies, having hanged himself aged 61 shortly after Argento had turned up in a pap shot in a magazine, holding hands with some other man. Éric Ripert, a chef he admired who became a firm friend, was who found him.

Ripert will not speak about anything to do with the suicide in what seemed, to all concerned, like something that could so easily have not happened, if Bourdain, who we see in an almost funny montage of TV moments where he jokes about killing himself, had somehow weathered the storm.

But also, yes, the general surmise is that it was always on the cards.

This is a good film, if about 15 minutes too long, and it speaks to most of the right people (though neither his first wife, Nancy, nor Asia Argento), Bourdain’s brother Chris, longtime collaborators, road warriors like himself. Because there is a lot of footage of Bourdain himself, it’s almost as if he’s narrating his own life story at times. At others it threatens to tip into a documentary about the making of TV food/travelogues rather than a film about a character rooted in a hyper-romantic late-1970s zeitgeist, where the Ramones and Apocalypse Now both drink from the same well of rebellious druggy chic.

Bourdain remained an addict all is life. If it wasn’t drugs, it was cooking, or martial arts, or travelling and writing. He was restlessly energetic, always seeking the thing that would help him scratch an itch others didn’t seem to feel. Unease taken to the point of dis-ease. In a late clip on the windy beach in the New Jersey town where he grew up but couldn’t wait to leave, he shakes his head, looks around and asks – “What the hell was I so angry about. This was… you know… paradise.”





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