With seemingly endless choices, varietals spanning the globe, and descriptive words like ‘angular’ and ‘toasty’, the wine aisle can be an intimidating spot. Add the task of matching seasonal fall dishes with specific flavor profiles, and choosing the right bottle might leave a sour taste. But fret not—below, local sommeliers and wine managers dish about their go-to bottles for fall, meaning you can sit back, relax, and uncork a bottle…or two!
When you think of the hybrid genre of family dramedy, a lot of poignant, funny movies come to mind like Terms of Endearment (poignant) and The Royal Tennenbaums (funny); but either way, it's clear the awkward family reunion is rife with potential. Here, sadly, most of that potential remains untapped.
I have to say I almost skipped this movie because the title sounds so much like a Western. I just kept picturing Clint Eastwood at a cemetery at high noon for the shootout, a low whistling music in the background...you see my point. This movie, however, is most definitely not a Western. Here, action mainstay Liam Neeson helps a man find out what happened when his wife is abducted. Sound familiar? Rest assured, it's not Taken; this film is something much darker, and much less satisfying.
It's officially fall: School is in full swing, sweaters are coming out and thoughts turn to pumpkin-carving and apple-picking. I know it's fall for another reason: At the cineplex, the film previews have turned to all things sinister. You know what I mean. The trailer starts off with a girl entering a long, abandoned attic, and pulling drop cloths off Victorian furniture. Then she comes across an old charm/mirror/clock/masque and the violent montage begins. After a few lines of dialogue explaining the premise--the man murdered a dozen girls then disappeared/they thought she was a witch and burned her home with her in it/he walked into the old mine one day and never emerged—the credits pop up. Brace yourself. Then, there's one final scary shot of a face with yellow eyes (or a dead body sitting up). Yeah, yeah.
When I see a movie released in 2014 that stars the late James Gandolfini, I worry. The cynic in me assumes the film was shelved after it was shot, and only released after Gandolfini's death in hopes of sympathy ticket sales. I don't know if that's what actually happened, regardless, this film is certainly worthy.
Steve Coogan is an interesting actor. While his film, Philomena, was not my favorite, it did catch the eye of critics and brought him to the forefront as an Indie mainstay. He has a unique ability to find humor in serious material, and reveals a surprising vulnerability when playing a thick-skinned grouch--in this case, himself. Combine that with a relatively lighthearted jaunt through the European countryside and you have an enjoyable, if protracted couple of hours.
So, that happened. After some 17 years of being louse-free, last week, I got the call: Punch has head lice. Now, before you recoil in disgust—well, after you've finished recoiling in disgust, I feel I need to clarify. Having lice is not a reflection of one's general hygiene. The daughter of my most germaphobic friend had head lice five separate times. The cleaner the head of hair, the more likely a louse will find a suitable home. Much like us, it seems lice like a clean living space. Why they would choose to reside on the head of a 13-year-old boy who showers only at gunpoint only confounds me more. Regardless, a home they did indeed find.
Frankly, I don't understand how this thing got produced. The film spans the final two years in the short but memorable life of screen legend Errol Flynn. And while the film seems to be merely allegation and conjecture, if we are to believe what is being portrayed, it has to be one of the more nauseating tales from the Golden Age of Hollywood.
I'll give you the good news first: If you are a special-effects fan, there are plenty of choices for movie rentals. If you're not...well, the new fall TV season starts soon. Here's what's new on DVD. Oh, and if you can only handle one big superhero movie, I've ranked them in order of preference.
Summer is over—maybe not according to the calendar; but according to the cineplex, it is.
People go to the movies for many different reasons. We go to be entertained, provoked, intrigued. Some people go to be shocked, challenged or even scared. This film is intense, well-acted and certainly thought-provoking. It is an awkward look into evil and forgiveness and the role of religion in both. It is not, however, why I go to the movies.
From walking up the red carpet to strutting down the runway, kids will be in the spotlight at the Friends of Kids with Cancer Fashion Show and Boutique on Nov. 6 at The Ritz-Carlton, St. Louis. “It’s like the Academy Awards,” says executive director Judy Ciapciak.
I'm sorry, I can't help myself: This has to be the worst title in movie history. I get it, it has meaning. It's also wordy and uninteresting. There, I said it. Moving on...There are great high-school football movies like Remember the Titans and Friday Night Lights. There are great movies about faith and moral certainty (Becket, Signs). Unfortunately, this movie is neither.
I am no stranger to the impact of a carefully worded, succinct message. In my previous life as a news reporter, I honed the craft of telling a story in 45 seconds or less. And currently, I am given this weekly platform to communicate directly with you, our readers, in approximately 180 words. But how does one capture the range of feelings and emotions and opinions throughout St. Louis these past few days?
If you decide to skip the cineplex, these are the top rental options:
You might recognize Jake Johnson and Damon Wayans Jr., if you are fans of the hit sitcom, New Girl. Johnson plays Zooey Deschanel's wildly unmotivated on-again, off-again boyfriend. Wayans plays her underachieving roommate. If you forgot to refill your Ambien prescription, a few episodes should do the trick. Apparently, Hollywood was of the opinion that America needed more of these two, because too much is never enough. So, more is what we got.
Studies show supporting women can make the entire community thrive, says Jan Hendrickson, board president of the Women's Foundation of Greater Saint Louis (WFSTL). The foundation is focused on advocating for women by contributing money and resources to relevant organizations and educational events, like its upcoming Making a Difference lecture and reception.
Movies that revolve around food and cooking make me nervous. It’s almost as if the director thinks he can sacrifice a plot for a lingering shot of a bell pepper--or a magical moment of whisking an egg. And while food is an incredible thing to look at, assembling a salad does not a movie make. This film, I’m delighted to say, was more than a pleasant surprise. Yes, the food is mouth-watering, but the story is even better.
So, The Hundred-Foot Journey came out last week to much critical acclaim. The movie is vibrant and sumptuous; and the director, Lasse Hallström, films food like it is the sexiest, most beautiful thing on the planet. Movies about food range from the exotic and sensual to the dark—and even disturbing. I have to admit, it was fun coming up with a list of the best films about food. To clarify, these films are actually about food. Diner is one of the funniest movies ever. Its title implies it is about food; however, it is not, and thus doesn't make the cut. So, here is my top 10 list of the best food films I've seen:
Woody Allen evokes a strong reaction from movie-goers—sometimes for the right reasons; sometimes, not. And I will admit, despite being a fan, his films can miss the mark. That usually occurs when he sacrifices story for agenda—or self indulgence. However, when he writes a compelling script and lets his love of filmmaking show, it’s captivating.
There’s almost always one scene in every movie that will make me cry. On the other hand, my husband has rarely gotten teary-eyed in the 20 years or so we’ve been watching movies together. Perhaps he’s too busy watching me sob/blubber/bawl—yes, I’ve been known to let the tears flow in the first two minutes of The Notebook (with a line like I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me that has always been enough, how could you not?), and also the entire second half of The Bridges of Madison County, knowing how doomed Robert and Francesca’s romance was.
I am extremely cautious of movies that take on the basic rules that govern our world: time, space, gravity, relativity, and so forth. It’s possible that I have so much trouble grasping most of the basic premises that when an alternative theory is presented, I know I disagree, but I’m not completely sure why. In any event, I can completely and thoroughly grasp a good movie—and if it’s done well, the science still may be fiction, but it is nonetheless plausible and even interesting.
It’s always hard seeing films with posthumous performances. I don’t mean watching a Jimmy Stewart classic or a Marilyn Monroe comedy. I mean watching Heath Ledger’s Joker or James Gandolfini in Enough Said. Here, we have Philip Seymour Hoffman (who died in February) in one of his final roles. Sadly, even his brilliant, charismatic performance isn’t enough to help this film.