Per the recommendation of one of you friends of the decanter, ol’ Robbo popped Tampopo into his DVD player this evening.
This was the first time I’d seen this movie.
I got the whole “noodle western/ Seven Samurai” vibe. Indeed, so far as these things went, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
And I loved the whole cooking theme. Fact, it made me downright hungry.
What I didn’t get was the whole voluptuary playboy side story. Lots of gratuitous salt n’ lemon, and passing back and forth of egg yolks, but where, exactly, was the connection to the main plot? I kept waiting for some kind of showdown between Voluptuous Boy and Tampopo’s cowboy-hatted backer, but no such dice. Voluptuous Boy [SPOILER ALERT!!] dies in a hail of bullets which, unless I’ve missed something, are completely irrelevant to the plot.
Also, I missed the relevance of the Rich Old Lady who went about putting her thumb-prints in various delicacies.
Never mind, an enjoyable evening and a glass of wine with whomever of you suggested this flick!