‘Roadrunner: A Film About Anthony Bourdain’ Review: The Soul of a Food Star

The whys of that life include why the cook-turned-chef-turned-writer and media star burned so bright, was so avid for experience, was loved by so many who knew him and by so many more who read his zestful words and followed his extravagant adventures. Inevitably, of course, they’re overshadowed by why he, of all irrepressible spirits, committed suicide three years ago, at age 61, by hanging himself in his room in a French hotel. Unable to penetrate that mystery, the film touches briefly on the scandal without proposing it as the answer. Still, Mr. Neville, who won an Oscar for the 2013 documentary “Twenty Feet From Stardom,” leaves us with a vivid, thoroughly satisfying sense of the man Bourdain was as well as the one he seemed to be.

Sometimes the two coincided. In film clips from the late 1990s, during Bourdain’s tenure as an executive chef at

Brasserie Les Halles

in New York, he’s the same brash, funny, alluring, articulate, supersmart, self-ironic and immensely likable prodigy of energy he continued to be for much of his life. Where the person and the persona begin to diverge in Mr. Neville’s documentary portrait is after the suddenly celebrated author of “Kitchen Confidential” hits the road for a TV food and travel show whose various iterations will span—and pretty much consume—16 years of his life. Bourdain, a natural storyteller, loves the new medium and takes to it quickly, though not without a steepening cost to himself and others. While the most affecting interviews in the film are with his friends and his second wife,

Ottavia Busia-Bourdain,

the most revealing are with the producers, directors and crew who worked with him across all those years and miles and watched him grow and change.

Some of the changes are unsurprising, the consequence of an exhilarating but exhausting process that Bourdain later describes as “airport to airport, city to city—I’m starting to feel like a modern-day

Willy Loman.

” Far from starring in his own version of “Death of a Salesman,” the peregrinating host thrives on scarfing exotic foods—one of his producers calls his eating a live, beating cobra heart “a little salacious”—engaging effortlessly with fascinating people and immersing himself, however briefly, in cultures that were as foreign to him as to his viewers. That’s a surprise. The world traveler, the film tells us, hadn’t traveled before the advent of his first series, “A Cook’s Tour.” What he knew of other lands came mostly from movies and books, which enhanced his already voracious appetite for the real thing.

It’s hardly a surprise that appetite would figure prominently in a documentary about a chef who eats—and smokes and drinks and charms—his way around the world. But there are appetites for nourishment, and those for experience, and what makes Mr. Neville’s film change from beguiling to troubling to heartbreaking and frightening is his subject’s insatiable hunger for extreme experience. It’s not just the rigors of the road, the 250 days of travel each year that wreak havoc on Bourdain’s two marriages and the family life he cherishes. “People forget that Anthony Bourdain was a junkie,” says his friend the artist and self-described junkie

David Choe.

“It jumped. The addiction jumped.”Those five chilling words go a long way toward explaining the film’s latter stretches.

Always the searcher, Bourdain grows addicted to doing shows that are difficult if not borderline-impossible to pull off. He’s relentless in his pursuit of intensity, while his relationship with his production team becomes ever more fraught; his TV colleagues and collaborators describe him in their interviews as constantly trying to be a better and more compassionate person, yet frequently difficult, impatient, angry and willful when the camera isn’t on him. He courts danger by taking his show to the Democratic Republic of the Congo, where he sees the Congo River, with its literary link to one of his favorite films, “Apocalypse Now.” He goes up river—in search of himself, it’s tempting to think, or to confront his own heart of darkness. Through it all—the incessant travel, the repetitive setups, the endless encounters with people who want a piece of his celebrity—it’s apparent that this famous chef and gleeful eater is being eaten alive by work that’s increasingly punishing and decreasingly pleasurable.

Mr. Neville’s film has been criticized for what some see as a sexist and reductionist implication that Bourdain’s failed relationship with his last girlfriend, the Italian actress and filmmaker Asia Argento, was the cause of his suicide.

Ms. Argento

figures significantly toward the end of the film, as she did in its subject’s life. But she’s a latecomer in a documentary that evokes, and makes sense of, the full sweep of Anthony Bourdain’s gifts, charms, successive careers, sustaining passions and bedeviling obsessions. A film of fitting energy and complexity, it’s a stirring account of an astonishing life.