ON: a movie binge
IN: my feelings
W/: a hot bowl of Thai curry & prawns
On my letterboxd I gave Widows (2018) a five star rating. I am not one to rate films– but
I saw this film last night
and was
blown away
with the acting.
Three words: Danial. Kaluuya’s. Performance.
That gym scene near the half-way mark had me spinning in more ways than one. I mean– I knew what was going to happen. We all knew what was going to happen. We just didn’t know it was going to happen LIKE THAT. Whew.
I cannot over look the amount of predictability in a few key scenes. There is a lot of predictability in this film– but also, a lot in life. We can often foresee the destination, but often cannot predict the journey. Word.
Widows taught me about family, friendship, community. Lack thereof. Betrayal. Loneliness. A fresh start.
I crawled out of bed this morning still reeling from the post-screening mental state (PSMS) that this movie left me in. I staved off the sun & the smoke (hello again 2018 Camp Fire) until noon— then I made my way SF’s Mission District for a hot bowl of Panang Curry.
Zabb Thai Cuisine, that’s the name of the place. Don’t be fooled by the sparse crowd when you get there; everyone there is family and the food is BANGING.
I ordered the Panang with prawns, and a side of jasmine rice. Piece of advice: Come hungry– but not so hungry that you forget to take a second and soak in the smells of your food before you dig in. So good.
Just as I finished my plate, an old lady walked in. As she was seated, I signed my receipt, and stayed just long enough to take in the conversation.
Older lady: “I want the same thing. As usual.”
Waiter: “Okay. Shrimp?”
Older Lady: “Mhm.”
Waiter: “Curry?”
Older Lady: “Mhm.”
Waiter: “Crispy Tofu?”
Older Lady: “Mm– I want the spring rolls this time.”
Waiter: *Smiles* “Okay.” *Walks away*
Older Lady: “Don’t put dressing on the salad!”
As I’m slipping out, a group of five walks in.
Waiter: “How are you?! How are you?”
Woman: “Hello! We brought the parents today!”
I headed to the library, reflecting on the essence of community– whether I had it. On the way, I stopped at Double Shot Coffee on Mission. In the small cafe, I found my self reminded of Widows’ final scene.
In a cafe, someone is pouring Vi Davis (the legend) a coffee. She and Elizabeth Debicki (who absolutely crushed it!!) don’t know how to look at each other. They don’t know if they should. But in the end, I hope they do. After all, we don’t get to see them reconcile before the fade to black.
Let that not be our story.
I cant wait to get home so I can drag my mom to see Widows with me. Can’t wait to drool over the social commentary & technical genius (see: the continuous shot. You know the one. The car one. Yep, that one. Wow.) that can only really be appreciated by a second viewing.
Until next time. My coffee is cooling.
Film is Food 