Thursday, March 7, 2013

The wonderful world of Wes A.

I was lucky. When I was a university student, I had the great fortune of interviewing three then-unknown, rising stars: Owen C. Wilson, Luke Wilson and Wes Anderson. The occasion was the debut of their first feature film, Bottle Rocket
 

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was 1996. I was living on Queen Mary Road, in Montreal, and they were living in Los Angeles. Suddenly, in the middle of the afternoon my phone rang and I - obviously - picked up.

"Hello?" I said timidly. "Hi, it's Wes, and Owen, on speakerphone."

Holy %$@&!

As the interview went on, I realized I, or they, were onto something big. "None of the actors in this film are well-known," said Anderson, "but some will be eventually."

No %$@& Sherlock. 

Wes, Owen and Luke are now, over 20 years later, very well-known indeed. Since Bottle Rocket, Anderson has made Rushmore, The Royal Tenenbaums, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, The Darjeeling Limited, Hotel Chevalier, Fantastic Mr. Fox and The Grand Budapest Hotel, to be released in 2014. The Wilson brothers have joined him on many of these, in addition to starring in their very own feature films. And let's not forget dear Mr. Kumar Pallana.       

What made me think of this interview, conducted so many moons ago, was my recent viewing of Moonrise Kingdom. Another peek into Anderson's fascinating mind, the movie features many of the images and themes present in his other films: maps, hand-drawn pictures, old movie-making equipment and, of course, children/adults that never grow up.

"It's like Charlie Brown's world," said Anderson back in 1996. "They always wear the same clothes and you never see their parents." The more things change the more they stay the same because the same can be said about Moonrise Kingdom.

After watching Anderson's latest, I had an irrepressible urge to watch my all-time favourite: The Royal Tenenbaums. Though I've watched it countless times, it makes me laugh, and cry, every time.


By way of the Green Line bus remains my favourite scene in a movie - like ever - and for me, is a visual and audio representation of true love. Gwyneth Paltrow acts the %$@& out of it without saying a word while the breeze in her hair speaks volumes.



Pure poetry.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

A fish called Wanda

A little while ago, in October 2012 (haha), I penned a transcript of my interview with Eric Ripert, head chef and co-owner of Le Bernardin, a 3-star Michelin restaurant in New York that specializes in seafood. This past weekend, I had the pleasure of watching Jiro Dreams of Sushi, a documentary about another 3-star Michelin restaurant that specializes in seafood - sushi specifically - this one in Tokyo.

Jiro Ono is a shokunin, a master in his field. He has been making sushi since the age of nine and is now 85. He is the head chef and owner of Sukiyabashi Jiro, arguably the world's best sushi restaurant. A meal there consists of about 20 pieces of exquisite sushi, takes about 20 minutes to eat and costs the equivalent of about $400. If you're at all mathematically-inclined, you've already calculated the break-down: it's $20 a minute. 

Some other interesting facts about Sushi Jiro include the fact that the "restaurant" seats a maximum of 10 people and that Jiro makes each and every piece of sushi with each and every customer in mind. Is the customer male or female? Right-handed or left?

Heaven.

Though I lived in Japan for one year and would have, had I known about it, eaten at Sushi Jiro in a Tokyo minute, I didn't. But watching the documentary almost makes me feel like I did. Beautifully filmed and filled with transporting classical music, the documentary is not only full of interesting facts, it is also full of flavours.


You heard me. 

I could literally taste the sushi while I was watching it.

Ripert himself has claimed to be a huge admirer of Jiro and I hope to one day have the pleasure of saying the same. Until then, I'll settle for my very own, homemade salmon tartare. Not quite 3-star... but not bad!


If you're wondering what the drizzle is, it's a balsamic reduction. Oh yeah. That's what I said.