Monthly Archives: September 2015
The Scars of Getting Brûlé
Bradley Cooper.
Now that I have your full attention, the increasingly dynamic actor has literally learned new tricks for his most recent film: Burnt.
The heat of a world-class kitchen and its painful wounds with and without knives and boiling water has produced challenges for his character that requires laser-focus, street smarts and determination as strong and ambitious as the Eiffel Tower. Mr. Cooper, once again sharing the silver screen with the entertainingly beautiful Sienna Miller (American Sniper) and a supporting cast of wonderful up-and-comers (Alicia Vikander, Daniel Brühl), is the movie industry’s response to the latest top-shelf food craze in America (Food Network, Top Chef, celebrity chefs and their many shows, cooking competitions, etc.). An added bonus is the film takes place in Paris, which instantly adds an alluring quality to the story.
As Nelly would say, “It’s gettin’ hot in here…”
Like any delicious dish, the most minute details make all the difference between something sizzling and memorable and something lukewarm and forgettable.
How will Burnt’s fantastic cast mix together?
We’ll find out when the movie is served October 23rd.
Happy Labor Day!
No work today!
Foo Fighters + Led Zeppelin’s Bass + Queen’s Drums + “Under Pressure” =
Enjoy the day off!
A Joint Separation
Do you know what an elbow dislocation feels like?
Sadly, I do.
While playing in a soccer game last night, an opposing player slammed into me when I cut with the ball to the inside, forcing me a bit into the air. I then landed really hard and awkwardly on my right arm. Pain and an all-too-familiar tingling feeling from when I broke my right arm as a kid rushed in.
Excruciating discomfort is only chapter one in this painful novel.
What made the situation worse was the punk who recklessly tackled me did not apologize or check to see if I was okay while I lay on the ground. He was in the wrong and knew it, but refused to admit it or say sorry and was upset at me for being legitimately upset about it.
I think his last name was Clinton.
Without divulging all the subsequent details, a sling is now holding my right arm in place as I literally type this sentence and entire blog post with my left hand. I just hope the next week will result in a much-improved situation, as my doctor predicts.
And now, my new style role model.
(Den of Geek)
These days, a bodyguard seems like a good investment.
Déjà Vu’s Comforting Goal
Iceland 1 – Netherlands nil.
When will this nightmare end?
The shocking struggles of the Oranje, following a third place finish at last year’s World Cup with a strikingly similar squad, leaves fans of this small, yet immensely talented soccer nation in a sustained state of disbelief. With just three games remaining in the qualifying stage of the UEFA Euro 2016, the Dutch are in third place with 10 points, 6 shy of the Czech Republic and 8 short of football’s current Cinderella: Iceland.
Math is increasingly becoming the 12th eligible player against the Netherlands.
In Danny Blind’s first game as the new Dutch manager, he faced an uphill battle with an injury to his new captain Arjen Robben and a red card from defender Bruno Martins Indi in the first half and a penalty for Iceland minutes into the second half. It’s difficult to render a legitimate verdict against Blind at this point. He deserves time and a healthy roster to make a remarkable (and necessary) comeback for his home country in order to plan the coveted business trip to France for UEFA Euro 2016.
However, not substituting in Robin van Persie in the second half when they needed a goal? That’s one question that Mr. Blind needs to answer.
As a loyal Dutch fan for many, many years now, the Netherlands’ second group loss to Iceland was unthinkable. They have the talent, a new coach’s perspective and home filed advantage. Surely, a win was coming.
Nope.
It was a little more than year ago when the Dutch shocked Spain and the world in the best way imaginable. Spain’s reign at the top of world soccer was officially over and they knew it. Here’s a much-needed throwback this Thursday to the 2014 World Cup’s thrilling opening match.
I still believe: Hup Holland Hup.
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