So I went to see I Am Love*, which is basically about a posh housewife in Milan who falls in love with her son's friend, a chef named Antonio. There's gorgeous cinematography, music, and clothes -- Fendi and Jil Sander and Raf Simons, pant pant -- but for me the film was all about the food.
Seriously, the most exciting part of the film is when said posh housewife, Emma (Tilda Swinton), has lunch at Chef Antonio's restaurant. They've met only for a couple of very brief, electric moments. But when she's served a glistening plate of prawns -- a valentine sent by Antonio -- she eats them slowly and luxuriously. It's like she's having the best sex of her life.
The classic Northern Italian dessert Monte Bianco (pureed chestnuts and chocolate) makes a cameo appearance, Laduree macaroons from Paris stand in as a symbol for the hollow unhappiness of the characters despite their happy exteriors (or something like that), and I'm now obsessed with Antonio's experimental eggplant and elderflowers dish.
And this has to be the first movie I've ever seen where a soup plays a major character. Without giving too much away, a complicated Russian soup called Ukha sends the family spiraling to a shocking conclusion. Soup does that.
SPOILER ALERT: But don't cry for Emma's banishment from her wealthy family. With Antonio she will always eat well.
*Suuuuuper-slow art film -- your DH will hate it.
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