Saturday, March 7, 2009

a crepe & a movie...medicine for melancholy

when i checked my blackberry around 7:30ish this morning, i was quite thrilled. DH sent me his feedback on my presentation and only had one minor change which translated into my having a work-free saturday. being the planner that i am, i already had an idea of how i was going to spend the day.....copious amounts of nibbling and then going to see the film, medicine for melancholy, at the embarcadaro.

i wanted to fortify myself before i went on my adventure, so i made myself an extremely quick strawberry crepe for breakfast. i think i am becoming fan of these pre-made crepes....look how easy it was to make this yummerific breakfast this morning.

i started out with some fresh sliced strawberries (these are CA grown by the way....i love living in CA).....

then added some agave to sweeten them a bit......

then, i grabbed some crème fraîche and pulled out one of the premade crepes......

then, i smeared on some crème fraîche....

and poured some of the strawberry agave mixture on top of the crepe


then, i folded the crepe and drizzled some more agave on top......

then, i put the rest of the strawberries on top......

and finally, i added a dollop of more crème fraîche. volia....an absolutely sweet way to begin a decadent saturday.

it was terrific. so when i stepped into the embarcadero center to go see medicine for melancholy today, i was in a pretty good mood from my breakfast and other nibbling.

for those of you who only like to read my blog only for the foodie stuff....you will probably want to stop reading now. what follows is a transcription from my journal that i wrote about medicine for melancholy on my way home on BART....

i am on my way home. it has been an absolutely lovely day. i walked and ate my way around the ferry building and then caught medicine for melancholy at the embarcadero. medicine for melancholy is a well-done honest indie film shot in the city. the film's black and white narrative underscores the heartbreaking, funny, bittersweet, and political moments between two people who step out of their respective realities for about 24 hours. having lived in in the city, i saw the city as being the third character in the film...it added another layer of complexity in regards to expectations of ethnicity and class.

the film begins the morning after a house party where the two protagonists wake up after a drunken hook-up. the morning awkwardness is almost too painful to watch in its realism....from the finger toothbrushes to the sneaking out the front door and wondering "WTF?-how-did-i-get-myself-into-this-situation?" body language. yet, you can't turn away ....because it is way too amusing to watch these people do the "morning after" dance.

then things then get complicated. they always do don't they?

the audience becomes voyeurs as these two people connect through....or maybe despite of...their uncertainties. it is all bittersweet because you know that a chick that lives in the marina is not going to end up with a guy from the tenderloin....no matter what their ethnicities are. they each have their secrets and heartbreaks which are revealed in the film.....yet, it is micah, who hones in on the political issues of interracial dating because the woman's out of town boyfriend is white. hence complication #1. we learn later why micah is so adamant and perhaps projecting some of his self-anger at the woman. hence complication #2.

having grown up in the bay area and taken full advantage of the ethnic diversity of the bay area, i can definitely say that the interracial dating conversations between the two protagonists are very similar to ones that i have had. it can be a confusing and charged issue...with no easy answers....and from my perspective, no right ones.

i think the filmmaker did a good job of touching upon so many issues regarding politics (i.e., gentrification, interracial dating, ethnic demographic of the city, etc.) and human connections. it is quite a lovely film and i hope people see it. i'll probably be thinking about it for some time.

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