An old Jewish baker (Jonathan Pryce) struggles to keep his business afloat, but later his young Muslim apprentice (Jerome Holder) accidentally drops cannabis in the dough and sends sales sky high.
It's tempting to ask whether the writers were high when they came up with the concept for Dough, except that the film itself makes it clear that they don't have a lot of experience in that area.
Give or take a handful of clumsy topical references, this is a film that could well have been made in the 1970s or '80s. Much of Goldschmidt's career has been in TV, and his old-fashioned technique is shaped by the requirements of the small screen.
Though Dough is often in danger of running off the rails with improbable and unnecessary plot twists, it is always essentially entertaining and warm in its observations of hope rekindled through simple relationships.
Dough's formulaic structure is made up for by the dynamic chemistry between its leads. Pryce and Holder play off each other with all the bluster and awkwardness of a real-life father and son.
Tastes awfully stale...those with a high tolerance for 'nice' movies will happily roll with this Dough. But know that it is proudly unsophisticated in its storytelling.
