Food Critics vs. Movie Critics

[thisnewday]

A few nights ago, I decided to do dinner and a movie every evening for as long as I'm able. Which means, I guess, for as long as I'm able to choke down the low-sodium, pureed crap that passes for dinner and for as long as I have unopened DVDs standing on the shelves of the pre-Civil War barrister's bookcase which I inherited from my father.

Because, what else am I gonna do with them? Helen shows up only occasionally, these days, and I've saved the last season of Treme to watch with her--in case she decides to hang around longer than the next smokey dream.

Tonight, I watched Val Kilmer in The Salton Sea. He's a trumpet-playing tweaker who's caught between two identities--the avenging angel and the... well, you should watch it. It was not well-reviewed, but f*ck the damn critics. It's extraordinarily vivid, fragmented like a tweaker's life, but still has a story line. Which is all I require, most of the time.

Have also watched The Grand Budapest Hotel, an Unfinished Life--also not well-reviewed, and several Nora Ephrons. Again, f*ck the critics.

I should also add that dinner has been made more bearable by the addition of some Dinosaur Barbecue Slathering Sauce which was originally made at a biker's bar in downtown Syracuse but is now marketed regionally, I think.

I'm sure any self-respecting food critic would provide a much less favorable take on my concoction and--unlike the movie critics--we should definitely listen to them, lol...

LPK
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8.1.2019 

Comments

[rosegardenfae]

I barely remember the "Salton Sea" as it has been a long time since I watched it, but my thoughts are that I liked it. Have "Grand Budapest Hotel" in a queue on Amazon, but haven't seen it yet, maybe soon. Am immersed in "Love and Ruin" and have a memoir by Gellhorn plus a Gellhorn bio calling to me.

Hope you get back to real food soon.