Dinner
and a Movie
By
Steve Herte
I
can’t understand how people say they’re bored when they retire.
There’s always something to do around a house or even an apartment.
With the warm weather came the responsibilities that my Dad used to
assume. Now they’re mine. It’s remarkable how fast grass grows
when the conditions are right. I’ll never say “about as
exciting as watching grass grow” again. Not now that it’s up to
me to mow it. And then there’s always something that breaks and a
minor repair is in order. I just don’t think I’ll be bored when I
do retire. As long as I can keep up my lifestyle at the same time.
Karaoke, movies and dining out are a part of me. Enjoy!
Alice
Through the Looking Glass (Disney
2016) – Director: James Bobin. Writers: Linda Wolverton (s/p),
Lewis Carroll (books). Stars: Johnny Depp, Mia Wasikowska, Helena
Bonham Carter, Anne Hathaway, Sacha Baron Cohen, Rhys Ifans, Matt
Lucas, Lindsay Duncan, Leo Bill, Geraldine James, Andrew Scott,
Richard Armitage, Ed Speelers, Stephen Frye, Alan Rickman (voice),
Timothy Spall, Paul Whitehouse, Michael Sheen, Wally Wingert, &
Barbara Windsor. Color, Rated PG, 113 minutes.
It
was a long time ago that I read Alice in Wonderland, but
I never got to the sequel and thus cannot confirm or deny anything I
saw in this remarkable movie. All the characters I remember from
Lewis Carroll were there with the exception that now they have names.
Alice Kingsleigh (Wasikowska) is a skilled ship’s captain of the
appropriately named “Wonder” who evades three pirate ships in the
Straits of Malacca by going full sail in a storm and tipping over
sideways through a shallow gap in the deadly shoals. This is 1875 and
it’s her father’s ship, otherwise no one would hire a female
captain.
She
comes home to her mother Helen (Duncan) only to learn that her
devious and spoiled cousin Hamish (Bill) has convinced Helen to sell
her shares in the family company to him, and now they have the choice
of giving up the ship or their home. Though uninvited, they attend a
gala thrown by Hamish and his snooty new wife Lady Ascot (James) to
hopefully discuss terms. Alice doesn’t help her case by wearing a
gown which would be the height of fashion in China, but is only
frowned upon by all the guests as a carnival clown costume.
Unable
to change Hamish’s mind and disappointed in her mother’s lack of
support (suggesting that a clerk’s job is more than a woman could
hope for in 1875), Alice storms off and hears her name spoken by a
blue butterfly. It’s none other than Absolem, formerly the Smoking
Caterpillar (Rickman). He informs her that Hatter Tarrant Hightopp
(Depp) is madder than ever (in a bad way) and needs her to help find
his family. But weren’t they all killed by the fearsome Jabberwock?
(For some reason they add the “y” at the end of the creature’s
name.) Alice follows Absolem through a mirror to Wonderland, where
she’s directed to open a door and to mind her first step, for it’s
a lulu.
From
high above, she plummets through a flowering tree, arriving with a
plop at the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. There she is welcomed by her
friends Mirana the White Queen (Hathaway), Tweedledee and Tweedledum
(both Lucas), Bayard the dog (Spall), Thackery the March Hare
(Whitehouse), McTwisp the White Rabbit (Sheen), the Cheshire Cat
(Frye), and Mallymkum the Dormouse (Windsor). The Hatter is locked in
his hat-shaped house, but he opens it to Alice and the two come to
believe that a travel back in time would save Tarrant’s family.
Mirana
tells Alice that in order to time travel, she needs the Chonosphere
owned by Time (Cohen) himself, but the journey is very dangerous. It
isn't for our Alice, the sea captain. She agrees and finds out that
Time is making overtures to Iracebeth (Carter) the Queen of Hearts
and Mirana’s sister, who only wants the Chronosphere for herself
and her greater power. Her adventures include bumping into Humpty
Dumpty (Wingert), causing him to fall off the chess table and break
on the floor (again, he says). And, appropriately, all the king’s
horses and all the king’s men (from the chessboard, of course) set
to the task of reassembling Humpty. The most important thing Alice
learns is from Time himself: you cannot change the past, you can only
learn from it. After several mishaps in time, this finally gets
through to her when Iracebeth gets control of the Chronosphere and
nearly destroys Underland by confronting herself in a horrendous time
anomaly.
It’s
a tale of many morals, belief in real friendship, that sometimes the
impossible really is just that, and the importance of family. The
special effects in 3D were almost like a drug trip in this film.
Sailing across the oceans of time was exactly that, oceans both above
and below. The script, which could have been written by Lewis Carroll
himself, was cleverly funny in several places.
Congratulations
to Johnny Depp in not mumbling his lines too often. Though this is a
Disney production, Alice is quite the opposite character from the
prim cartoon Alice in the gingham dress. The animation is beautiful
and the voice match-ups excellent. Anne Hathaway was close to being
over-the-top as the White Queen. (I almost expected her to start
giggling like Billie Burke as Glinda.) Helena Bonham Carter, however,
is great as the Queen of Hearts; at times performing a Bette Davis
cover.
Though
there were no characters I could identify with (well, maybe the
Cheshire Cat), the characters were all believably done and I would
have liked to meet any one of them (including the Jabberwock). Alice
Through the Looking Glass is squeaky clean from a language
and gore point of view. There are only a few intense scenes, but most
kids today can handle them. The ones in my audience were
imperturbable. It’s an exciting movie with no dead space and no
jarring anomalies. Even the soundtrack kept its place and was
non-intrusive. I enjoyed it, and as soon as I can, I’m reading the
book.
Rating:
4 out of 5 Martini glasses.
Osteria
del Principe
27
E. 23rd St., New York
The
name of this restaurant intrigued me from the first. An “osteria”
is an informal eatery featuring a long counter displaying prepared
meats and cheeses. Principe means “prince” in Italian. So which
is it: Fit for a commoner or for royalty?
Inside,
the cherry-wood tables and oak-paneled walls kept the sleek look. The
right side of the restaurant is dominated by the immense counter
lined with modern, oak wood stools. Beyond a gauzy curtain at the end
of the counter, one can see the party room or main dining area. I was
seated at a table midway across from the counter and in direct view
of appetizingly displayed meats.
Placemats
with the restaurant logo have replaced tablecloths, but the votive
candle was very real, as was the glassware, and the brown cloth
napkin. Soon, my server, Carlotta, arrived reciting the specials of
the day, all of which sounded wonderful. Carlotta is not just a
server., but also a passionate foodie and a professional promoter of
the dishes made by Osteria del Principe.
I
perused both the menu and the drinks and wine list. When she returned
I ordered a grapito cocktail. To imagine this cocktail, think of a
mojito. Then replace the tequila with grappa and the mint with basil.
It was a fascinating flavor and definitely an acquired taste.
Carlotta
explained that the company hails from the Trieste Area of Northern
Italy on the Adriatic Coast and the dishes reflect that regional
influence. The way she enthused about food almost made me want to
talk with her more, but then, I wouldn’t get to eat. I gave her my
choices and she lit up my table with her smile and was off to submit
the order.
First
was the bresaola – a beautiful 14-inch diameter glass plate of
thinly sliced, air dried salted beef with shaved bella lodi cheese,
cherry tomatoes and arugula in a lemon/olive oil dressing. The
tomatoes were cherry-sized and hidden under the beef at the center of
the plate. They were deep red, sweet and fresh. I asked Carlotta if
they were locally grown and she confirmed my suspicion.
I
realized I had forgotten to select a wine. I chose the 2012 Pinot
Nero “Red Angel on the Moonlight” from Jermann vineyards, Venezia
Giulia, Italy. Carlotta mentioned that my next course would be
perfect with it.
She
was right. The lasagna alla bolognese was not like any I’ve ever
had. The house-made pasta was thinly layered with beef ragu and
béchamel sauce, and graced with the flavors of rosemary and
marjoram. The square of baked pasta was crisp around the edges, had
grated cheese on top and a world of savory flavor inside. I noted the
extra virgin olive oil made especially for the restaurant.
The
main course displayed the Triestina influence with neighboring
countries: Ljubljanska (pronounced Lee-oob-Yahn-skah) – veal,
pounded thin, filled with ham and cheese, breaded, and pan-fried and
served with salad and fried polenta. The dish, named after a town in
Slovenia, was better than any schnitzel or scaloppini I’ve ever
had. As with the lasagna, the crispy parts were just as good as the
tender center. The wine helped and made additional flavor accents
with it.
Carlotta
then presented me with the dessert list. I had seen one of the
desserts at the next table. It was the millefoglie (a thousand
leaves) – pastry covered in mascarpone cheese and studded with
strawberry pieces. Though it was tempting, I asked Carlotta about the
cheese platter. “Only two cheeses?” “I’ll get you more,”
she replied. In fact, she brought five: Asiago D’Allevo, Fontina,
Bella Lodi, Taleggio, and Gorgonzola, accompanied by a raspberry
sauce, sliced green apples and honey as palate cleansers.
Of
course, a double espresso is de rigueur after a
dessert like that, but Carlotta informed me that the bar stocked
Strega, which I preferred. This restaurant that was previously an
enigma passed every test I usually present to an Italian place.
If that weren’t enough, Carlotta brought over these lovely chocolate drops filled with grappa. Again, not for just anyone’s tastes but perfect for me. I can’t wait to return, if not for Carlotta’s food passion, but for the special gnocchi and those prosciuttos.
If that weren’t enough, Carlotta brought over these lovely chocolate drops filled with grappa. Again, not for just anyone’s tastes but perfect for me. I can’t wait to return, if not for Carlotta’s food passion, but for the special gnocchi and those prosciuttos.
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