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The proprietor of Meshi-ya , the Master serves as the protagonist of the series, appearing in all episodes and the movies. Characters listed here are those who have appeared in at least one episode of every "season" and the movies. A local Yakuza boss who runs an illegal gambling ring, Ryu's Trademark Favorite Food are cooked red wieners cut into the shape of an octopus. Owner of a gay bar in the same neighborhood as Meshi-ya , Kosuzu's Trademark Favorite Food is tamagoyaki grilled egg rolls.

If we're making a checklist of things that are metal, you can now add "parmesan cheese" and year-old America's Got Talent contestant Ben Lapidus. The singer-songwriter from Doylestown, Pennsylvania left an impression on the viewing audience earlier this season when he debuted one of his original songs, a heartfelt acoustic ballad that he had penned about feeling embarrassed to ask for more parmesan cheese at a restaurant. Even Heidi Klum, who agreed with the sentiment of the humorous song, eventually gave him an "X" as well. But Ben's story didn't end there, as the audience rallied around him, giving overwhelming boos to the judging panel. After an impassioned plea from Lapidus, chants of "Par-me-san" from the crowd and a final comment of "The people want more parmesan," three of the judges flipped their votes sending Lapidus to the next round. In a pre-taped package, Lapidus seemed more intent on showing more of his songwriting ability in hopes of advancing further in the competition. But after a long pause, Lapidus stated, "Sorry, someone take this.

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A few cops investigate a serial predator before its too late; a director tries to be taken seriously by throwing in a bunch of bleak material; Bruce Willis shows up, barely. It is very good at making time for all of the above. Call it character development for a movie based on a real serial killer, but the psychosexual stuff becomes openly gratuitous when it adds up to little and takes up so much space next to the most rote cop plot imaginable. Alan Horsnail's script isn't exactly a James Patterson-like intricate investigation, nor is it about rooting for a nearly naked year-old to survive her captivity. We are hardly given any connection to her than witnessing her suffering, and the scenes spread throughout are not even depraved in an artistic fashion, in a way that effective sleaze can be.