I love Alexandre Dumas, but I do not share his opinion on Italian food. Perhaps the elaborate preparation involved in French cooking made him resent the fact that the Italians could come up with cuisine equally delicious yet far simpler to prepare.
Every once in a while an absolute gem of a film is made and this is truly one of them. I can’t remember the last time I was so excited to see a movie. I have been waiting several weeks in anticipation. This was to be a film like no other of its time…black and white and silent. No special effects, no 3-D, no motion-capture – just old- (very old) fashioned filmmaking celebrating a love of art. My expectations were high and they were surpassed.
It was finally an exciting year again at the Oscars and I think that is because many of the films being celebrated were unique, charming, compelling and actually made you feel good – not a sombre line-up of slow, heavy and serious dramas that actually do nothing but put us to sleep.
It’s that time of year again…Valentine’s Day. A time of flowers, hearts and chocolates; a time to spend a romantic candle-lit dinner with our other half; when the troubles of the world seem to melt away as we gaze into one another’s eyes…and when all the corporates laugh at how they ripped us off for another consumer-driven holiday.
I cannot begin to imagine what possessed me not only to almost miss this film, but to doubt even for a second that it would be anything but brilliant. This is Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson: two of the most masterful storytellers of our time and their rendition of Tintin is an absolute treasure.