Above: Tracie B’s peepaw (grandfather) turned 90 this month. He and meemaw still live in Orange, Texas where Tracie B grew up. He tasted Movia’s Lunar with us over the Christmas holiday — orange wine in Orange, Texas on the Lousiana border!
This morning, when I read McDuff’s fantastic post about drinking Lunar under a full moon on New Year’s eve and his excellent treatment of the importance of the cycle of the moon in the discourse of natural and biodynamic winemaking, I couldn’t help but remember that we opened a bottle of the same wine, the 2005 Lunar by Movia, with Tracie B’s family in Orange, Texas over the Christmas holiday.
Above: Tracie B and I shared our bottle of Lunar with the B family as Tracie B was preparing her dumplings for the chicken and dumplings we ate the night after Christmas day.
I highly recommend McDuff’s post to you. And while not everyone is as crazy about Movia’s Lunar as McDuff and I are, it’s worth tasting: whether you enjoy it or not, it pushes the envelope of natural winemaking in unusual and perhaps unexpected directions. I, for one, enjoy it immensely and prefer not to decant it (although winemaker Aleš Kristančič recommends decanting). Peepaw and meemaw both seemed to enjoy it…
In other news…
Above: Tracie B and I agreed that we would have been better off going to see the new Chipmunks movie instead of the lame excuse for a movie otherwise known as Nine.
I’m going to break my rule of never speaking about things I don’t like here and tell you that the new movie Nine (a musical about the life of Federico Fellini) is a travesty, a lame excuse for a movie, and is wholly offensive to the grand tradition of Italian cinema and one of its greatest maestri, indeed one of the greatest filmmakers and artists of the twentieth century, Federico Fellini.
Here are some of the more awful lines from the movie, sung by Kate Hudson (fyi, Guido Contini is the name of the Fellini character played by Daniel Day-Lewis).
- I love the black and white
I love the play of light
The way Contini puts his image through a prism
I feel my body chill
gives me a special thrill
each time I see that Guido neo-realism
It makes me wanna HEAVE. The folks who wrote and made this movie should be ashamed of themselves and should be barred from the movie industry entirely: there is no book to speak of, the songs and lyrics were seemingly written as a high-school drama class project, and the premise (Contini’s inescapable and pseudo-Italianate womanizing as an aesthetic disease) is entirely offensive to the Italian nation and its grand historic artistic sensibility — whether figurative or literary.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I would have found more aesthetic reward and intellectual enjoyment if we had gone to see the new Alvin and the Chipmunks movie, which was screening in the theater next to ours.
Personally, I would have gone for the chip-flick.
You insult JUNIOR high lyricists, sir. my old 8th- grade students in the bronx wrote better stuff in their sleep. or, yes, when they were stoned.
well, at least they’ve added a cute 4th chipmunk…
Missed this one on a recent trip to NYC with my wife and niece. We had tix to Nine, but my niece pushed for another B’way show and we wound up at Chicago instead. The wisdom of youth.
OMG! Those lyrics are truly horrendous. How embarrassing! I always feel a bad movie is made worse when its scope, ambition, grandeur and pretentiousness (come on, a movie about a play about a foreign movie most English speakers haven’t seen?!) are on an epic scale. “Nine” may prove to be a flop of “Heaven’s Gate”/”The Postman” proportions. I’m glad FF and MM aren’t around to see it.
Thanks for the emphatic shout-out, Jeremy. I think we should probably both write about things we *don’t* like more often. Your “makes me wanna HEAVE” had me laughing so loudly my co-workers thought something was wrong.
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