Oscarsfest continues, with the last of the snacksThe dish: The film: The reason: Where does life begin and end? Where is mercy? Are they eating mince for dinner again? These are some of the questions that dog Terrence Malick’s loosely plotted family drama/examination of our place in the universe. For some the appeal lies in …
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Oscarsfeast continues: The dish: The film: The reason: Matt King is just trying to keep his head above water, what with his tempestuous daughters and coma-bound wife. As he’s keen to point out to us, it might look like heaven in Hawaii, but the tips and turns of life are just as rough as elsewhere. …
The film: The reason: These are not baseballs. They’re lumps of popcorn, a dandruff of parmesan and a lick of truffle bound together like an island of misfit toys. It’s worth noting; these do not contain real truffle. If you can afford real truffle in your popcorn, you’re probably not making snacks. Your butler is. …
These are good eggs. Not just because they’re small- and small things are indisputably cute (ref; babies, puppies, kittens, nieces, Nemo). Not because they’re a low carb pre dinner nibble that isn’t made from pigs or peanuts. And not because they’re a blank canvas that allows you to go crazy with flavoured salts (I haven’t …
I’ve got lost, circa 1977. I’ve become mislaid in a moment that I know just bits about. It’s before I was even a twinkle in my father’s eye. It’s before my sister was born. Before The Empire Strikes Back. I think it’s about then that devils on horseback had their hay day. These days it’s …
