one of my favorite things about the taste of things was the sound of all the birds and animals right outside the kitchen door. i forget what it's called, i think the word memory is in there, but what's the phenomenon where cause of climate change and less and less birds being outside in the morning each new generation thinks outside sounds normal but just 10 years ago it was louder with the sound of nature? and each year it gets quieter and quieter?
The Taste of Things is one of the most beautiful movies I've seen in so long. Just the most lush cinematography and such a moving story about love and passion and, yes, food. I'm so emotional. Insert "To me, this is cinema meme" but without a hint of irony. LOVED.
I swear to god this movie needs to be mandatory viewing for all those alpha-male nonsense spouting men with podcasts. LIKE ok - look at this. This dude has no tongue, literal worms and creepie crawlies are falling out of him from both ends, AND YET just because his first thought when he gets a full pair of functional hands is to confidently invite his best girl to dance with him, he's ADORABLE. I'm ALL IN.