Movie night!
Flicks a la Francais.
It’s been a week of French cinema pour moi.
Janie and I have practically forsaken physically going to the movies. Since the spawning of covid, I don’t think we’ve been in a movie theater more than five or six times. Why should we? We have a big screen, various fire-sticks and subscriptions, a critter, and a convenient parking place at home. Door-Dash and/or the fridge are near to hand.
But a phone call from a wise friend who understands real priorities in life pointed out that Juliette Binoche continues to be fine to observe on a big screen. A date night at the Kentucky Theater ensued.
THE TASTE OF THINGS (2023) is delicious to watch. It’s fun to see Madame Binoche cooking again. I first saw her in Krzysztof Kieslowski’s 1993 mesmerizing film; THREE COLORS: BLUE, and then his earlier THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING (1988). A couple of years later I won a huge lobby poster of BLUE on eBay. I still haven’t found a space of suitable vastness to hang it, but I harbor hopes…perhaps a new wing to a house already too roomy for two dreamers. She cooked beautifully for Johnny Depp, Judy Dench, and Alfred Molina in CHOCOLAT (2000). Hell, I even thought she was the best thing in the 2014 GODZILLA – better than the big guy himself.
And THE TASTE OF THINGS is a nice film itself, but like some of Akira Kurusawa’s flicks, perhaps a battle too long. The ballet of the preparation of the opening feast lingered on every step in the kitchen.
Lingered…
Every step…….
I fear I had enough time to tally the pots and pans and utensils with the weary eyes of one whose main contribution in our kitchen is the post-prandial clean-up.
However, if you’re a member of the seemingly burgeoning crowd of people who take pictures of their food, this is the film for you.
I must fess up: I have been charmed but bewildered by this phenomenon.
I wonder…
The glory of a memorable restaurant meal is a recipe with multiple ingredients.
The food is one ingredient, but only one.
The setting is another. Is the room dramatic? Cozy? Huge? Is there a view of the ocean…mountain…desert…skyline…rings of Saturn? Is it on the roof…on the street…by the fireplace…in the kitchen?
Is the company good?
I have had memorable restaurant experiences.
- Calamari and six vintage ports overlooking the Bay Bridge in San Francisco…
- A Nighthawk Special in a cavern-like Columbia Steak House at 2am on Limestone Street.
- Chateau Ausone 1978 in Yvette Wintergarden’s in Chicago.
- Hot cross buns and café au lait in the snug of the local at Hever Castle on a grey morning.
- Eggs Nova Scotia in a booth with a wall juke box at the Bungalow across the street from the Nu-Way Boot Shop on Mill Street.
- Huevos Rancheros in in a sunny diner in Salinas.
- A Caesar Salad lovingly assembled tableside in Denver.
- Hot dogs off the right field line at Wrigley Field on a sunny Saturday afternoon. (Phillies lost).
- Shrimp and grits on an overturned cable spool table, watching a shrimp boat unloading its restaurant resupplies at the neighboring dock in Charleston.
- Green Chile Won Tons at the Bristol in Louisville after a stunning performance of “Child Byron” at Actors Theatre.
- Coq au Vin at Café Chantant before slipping downstairs to Le Cabaret on Vine Street.
The food, the time, the place, and most of all the company, is what made these experiences memorable. I wanted to capture each of them forever, recreate the moments for myself, and be able to share them with others. Perhaps that’s why we take our meal photos.
No photo is up to such a task, but the urge to share and relive the good stuff is nothing but admirable.
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