NFT Radar: Savatdee Thai

Look, I know there are about a million Thai restaurants in the Seattle metropolitan area. So when Savatdee opened in the old Blue Onion space, I too was skeptical. But they’re right up the road so I tried them anyway. It changed my life. Their food is incredible. They make all the pads and curries you’d find anywhere. However, every one of those usual suspects is the best version of that dish I’ve ever tasted. They also have some interesting chef’s specials and more unusual fare. I’d never heard of Pad Opp Woonsen (silver noodles and napa cabbage) but now I must order it every single time. For the more adventurous eaters, they offer a separate Lao menu. Perhaps this is closer to what it would be like to actually eat IN Thailand. If so, I’m booking a plane ticket immediately. If the service were terrible, Savatdee would still be worth patronizing, but it’s not. It’s excellent. They also deliver. The next time you crave Thai food, forsake all others and head to Savatdee. If these guys go out of business, I will be devastated. If you don’t want to do it for me, do it for yourself.


5801 Roosevelt Way NE
206-331-9666

X-posted from Not For Tourists.

Film Threat Review: Due Date

2010
Rated R
100 minutes

***

It’s truly amazing what a talented actor can do with a mediocre script. In this case, I’m not just talking about Robert Downey, Jr. At this point, everyone expects him to nail every role he takes on. He could play Nomi Malone in a shot-for-shot remake of “Showgirls” and still find some emotional complexity in the character. I’m also referring to Zach Galifianakis. I’m just gonna say it. The dude is underrated. Seriously. Bear with me on this. Yes, he’s primarily known for “being weird” and letting his body be (sometimes literally) the butt of the joke. And some people love him for that alone. But underneath his comedic social ineptitude lurks a sea of pathos. Sometimes it’s buried pretty deep. So in “Due Date”, when it pokes its head out and waves hello, it’s a thing of beauty. It also makes what would have otherwise been a pretty forgettable film into a repeat-viewer.

Boiled down, “Due Date” is a worst-case scenario of what would happen if you ended up on the wrong side of the T.S.A. Robert Downey, Jr. plays Peter Highman (the script is mercifully light on jokes about his surname), an architect with anger-management issues and a father-to-be. He meets an eccentric aspiring actor named Ethan Tremblay (Zach Galifianakis) through an inadvertent bag switch at the Atlanta airport. Reunited in first class, the two of them accidentally talk their way onto the “No-Fly” list. This is terrible news for Peter who only has a few days to get to Los Angeles so he can witness the scheduled C-section of his first-born child. Ethan, whose dream is to land a role on “Two and a Half Men,” is also L.A. bound. With his wallet still on the plane, Peter seemingly has no choice but to accept a ride from the man largely responsible for his predicament.

If this plot sounds familiar, it’s probably because you’ve seen “Planes, Trains and Automobiles.” Similarities aside, this isn’t an unofficial remake. While Steve Martin’s character represents the Everyman in an absurd situation, R.D.J.s Peter is just as crazy as the man he’s traveling with, albeit in a more socially acceptable way. Ethan is unstable in pretty unconventional ways, made moreso by the recent passing of his father. He carries his father’s ashes in a coffee can intending to find the perfect spot to scatter them on his way to Hollywood. That’s a pretty solemn plot point for a mainstream comedy.

As the trailer suggests, “Due Date” is largely vehicle destruction, comedic violence, masturbation humor, pot jokes and “oh-no-he-didn’t” moments. But R.D.J. and Galifianakis add an undercurrent of loneliness and daddy issues that brings the film to a new level. Since Peter’s father bailed on him when he was a kid, he’s determined to be there for his child from Day One. He’s also terrified of the prospect of fatherhood. Ethan’s father loved him, but he was probably the only person in the whole world who did. Though he is generally a happy-go-lucky person, Ethan has definitely not yet come to terms with his loss. When he finally finds a spot to sprinkle his father’s ashes, he eulogizes, “Dad, you were like a father to me.” Obviously, the line is played for laughs, but it feels like there’s more to it. Ethan’s dad was there for him. Peter’s was not. Not all dads are like fathers to their children. Whether or not this was the intended reading of the line, it comes across that way because of the caliber of talent involved. If only every mainstream comedy were cast this way. Imagine Phillip Seymour Hoffman as “The Hot Chick”! Cate Blanchette as “The House Bunny”! Gary Oldman and David Thewlis in “Wedding Crashers”! That’s the world I someday hope to live in.

Many people are calling “Due Date” the placeholder between “The Hangover” and “The Hangover 2,” but it’s just as good, if not better, than the former. The quality of the latter remains to be seen, but I can count on two hands the number of sequels that were as good as the original. While Todd Phillips isn’t exactly (“Mad Men” creator) Matthew Weiner in the dramatic subtlety department, he’s made a movie with a lot more heart than “The Hangover” and a lot more depth than the John Hughes film it vaguely resembles. Not bad for a placeholder.

Originally published on FilmThreat.com

Film Threat Review: Life As We Know It

2010
PG-13
112 minutes

**

The old “inherit a baby” gag has a long cinematic tradition. “Life As We Know It” offers another take by combining a trite rehashing of parental ineptitude jokes with an odd couple romantic comedy. As you might imagine, the result is just awful. And not even in a fun way.

Holly (Katherine Heigl) and Messer (Josh Duhamel) are two chronically single people set up on a blind date by their respective best friends, committed couple Alison and Peter. Holly is a little black dress wearing, professional baker who likes to mention the fact that she was in a sorority. Messer (his surname) is a motorcycle riding, sports broadcasting technician and Id-controlled slut. The date ends five minutes in when he accepts a booty call right in front of her. Holly storms off, saying she never wants to see him again. But she’s shit out of luck, because Alison and Peter get married and breed. Holly and Messer become honorary Aunt and Uncle to the offspring. Forced to spend countless hours together at every family function, they tease each other with the sort of cruelty that can only mean they secretly want to bone.

One year later, Alison and Peter Novack fall prey to that popular Hollywood Orphan Maker, the fatal car crash. Holly and Messer are shocked to learn that they’ve been appointed custody of the Novack’s daughter, Sophie. Astoundingly, their best friends never thought to tell them that they might one day become insta-parents. Furthermore, it seems ill-conceived to choose two inexperienced single people who allegedly despise each other to raise your kid together. Though to be fair, they might not have had much of a choice. At the funeral, Holly and Messer meet the Novack’s shitty neighbors (including a sassy fat lady and a gay stereotype couple) and incapacitated family members (it’s funny when grandpa can’t breathe!). Perhaps they did the right thing. Since Holly and Messer loved their friends and love Sophie, they decide to suck it up and play house. Luckily, they also inherit the Novack’s beige mansion so at least their hardships take place in suburban cushiness.

Naturally, what follows are typical scenes of incompetence and inconvenience. Changing a diaper is hard! Feeding a baby is messy! Children’s music sucks! Babies never let you watch the game in peace! There’s never time to get laid! Their neighbors impart platitudes about poop and lack of sleep. Underneath all of these clichés, there inevitably brews a love story. Though Holly enjoys a brief courtship with a handsome pediatrician, it can never work because clearly she’s meant to be with the insensitive commitment-phobe. Convenient, since they have custody of a child together.

I’m not sure why these people don’t have any friends or family to help them. The neighbors stop by but mostly just to talk smugly and ogle Messer. I guess he’s supposed to be really hot or something. No wonder he’s so slutty. People are constantly throwing themselves at him. It must be hard to refuse poon when it’s handed to you on a silver platter. Holly is pretty much the only one who doesn’t want a piece of that ass. Though she’s no prize pig herself. I think people intend to cast Katherine Heigl as the relatable Every-girl. However, either the Every-girl is a vapid, uptight beyotch, or Heigl is incapable of disguising her natural personality. Then again, Holly’s bakery is called Fraische. It’s like “fresh” but pronounced “fray-sh”. Who could like a person like that?

Only in the movies do people fall in love with people they hate. If constant arguing and childish insults are indisputable signs of true love, then Holly and Messer are Romeo and fucking Juliet. They fight constantly. They fight over parenting styles and scheduling conflicts. They fight about how uptight she is and how he is a skanky ho. As they argue over whose life inheriting a baby inconveniences most, little Sophie watches them and cries. Hilarious! And so romantic!

What sets “Life As We Know It” apart from other rom-coms is its fresh view on fighting in relationships. Holly and Messer find a home movie of Alison and Peter arguing the day they brought Sophie home from the hospital. They’re relieved because they viewed their friends as ideal parents. That means, they decide, that hostile arguing in front of the baby is totally fine. Later, the perfect boyfriend overhears Holly and Messer fighting and he breaks up with her because he spots their venom as a surefire sign of true love. “If my [ex-]wife and I fought like that”, he tells her, “we’d still be married.” So antagonism is not only OK for babies, it’s also the basis of a stable marriage. Be that as it may, it’s not very fun to watch two people fight for almost two hours.

With all this well-worn territory, the writers could have at least attempted to do something unique with the ending. But no, it’s another fucking race to the airport. Why do they always need to get to the airport? Doesn’t every single person in western civilization own a cell phone? Notice I didn’t dignify that with a spoiler alert. That’s because if you couldn’t figure out the ending from the trailer, then I can’t help you.

Originally published on FilmThreat.com

Hotter with a Beard: Colin Firth Edition

Oh, Colin. How many god awful rom-coms (and rom-drams) have I sat through for you? Even if the script is tripe, you play it as buttery as a fresh scone with a hint of self-deprecation. When you get a meaty role, you act the shit out of it.

That’s a good beard.

Hotter with a Beard: Jake Gylenhaal Edition

Jake Gylenhaal doesn’t really need to get any hotter. And yet he does. With a beard. Those little lines around his eyes aren’t hurting things either.

The hair needs work though. One’s beard should never be longer than one’s hair. That’s a cardinal rule of Beard.

A (Probably) Complete History of Weezer in Relation to Me

In response to one of his friends’ Facebook posts, a clip of Weezer playing live, my friend Mark found himself wondering why the band remained so popular after all these years. Since, once upon a time, I was in a Weezer cover band, he decided to ask me. In short, he wanted to understand “the significance of this man [Rivers Cuomo], his band and why they’ve stayed important for 15 years.” My relationship with the band is kind of complicated (though likely not unique), so I knew that in order to answer this question, I would have to detail my history with them, rather than attempt to write something objective. After all, I usually can’t understand why the masses like what they like. But I do know why I loved Weezer, then hated them, then came to terms with them throughout their existence. My story is a long one. But hopefully it will be interesting to more than just one or two people. If you please:
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NFT Radar: Gainsbourg

I’m not crazy about authentic French cooking. I find it heavy and uninteresting. Apparently, all it needed was a Seattle twist! Gainsbourg is among Seatown’s best restaurants. We were lucky enough to dine when mac and cheese was the special. Not too oily, perfectly bread crumbed and Gruyere laden, it was unequivocally the best I’ve ever tasted. Gruyere. Other menu highlights include the Croque Monsieur, the French Dip, and Poutine. They season most dishes with pig, but will make vegetarian versions of practically everything. (Beware. They mustn’t clean the pans. A little chunk of ham was hiding in our Roasted Brussels Sprouts.) Their drink menu is as elaborate as the food, with an entire page devoted to Absinthe. The Lavender Lemonade (spiked with vodka) is as refreshing as it is dangerous. Naturally, they also offer a large list of French wines. The decor is dark and interesting. Real candelabras sit on each table, making you feel like characters in a gothic romance novel. But you might want to move it away from yourself after a few drinks. Francophiles might take issue. But for people on the fence about French cooking, Gainsbourg is a revelation.


8550 Greenwood Ave N

X-posted from Not For Tourists.

NFT Radar: Curtsy Bella

These days, you can pretty much buy anything on line. But Curtsy Bella remembers when customer service meant something. If you’re in the market for a cute and quirky gift for your engaged friend, your pregnant friend or your girlfriend, 10 minutes of browsing the cleverly arranged displays will yield more viable options than you ever thought possible. Their fanciful inventory includes socks, hats, bags, jewelry, clothing, and plenty of knickknacks you can’t live without. They also have a delightfully snarky greeting card selection to help express your sentiments. It’s like an upscale Archie McPhee’s you’re your recipients will actually use the things you buy them. The easily overwhelmed can take advantage of their shopping service. Call or email with a little information and they’ll work with you until they find the perfect gift to meet your needs. They’ll even gift wrap it (in leopard print paper!) and ship next day or same day by courier. You’ll look thoughtful, whimsical and timely. I’d say that you couldn’t buy service like that. But you could. At Curtsy Bella.


2920 NE Blakeley St
www.curtsybella.com

X-posted from Not For Tourists.

NFT Radar: Bottega Italiana

People say gelato is better for you than ice cream but it sounds too good to be true. Still, when there’s a gelato place in your neighborhood, it’s difficult to stay away. Bottega Italiana follows suit with being irresistible, but they aren’t exaggerating when they say that their gelato isn’t bad for you. It’s not as healthy as, say, a big bowl of spinach, but indulging isn’t going to negate your time at the gym either. As if that weren’t enough of an excuse, they use only natural, local and seasonal ingredients. Whether you’ve chosen to live dairy free, or nature chose for you, you can still enjoy one of their vegan fruit flavors. Those who can’t say no to creamy goodness will be pleased as punch with one or more of their year-round flavors like hazelnut, pistachio, and caffe. If you feel the need to be responsible, you can make a meal out of it by adding a lunchtime pannini and real Italian espresso. But remember, it’s low fat. So if you’ve had a hard day (or want to make a good day better), go ahead and get that double scoop. We won’t judge.


409 NE 70th St
www.bottegaitaliana.com

X-posted from Not For Tourists.

Film Threat Review: The Town

2010
Rated R
120 minutes

***

Do you like apples?

Way back in 1997, Ben Affleck wasn’t what you’d call a gifted actor. But he did write a script with fellow Bostonian, Matt Damon. When that script got the coveted Green Light, and it came time to decide who would play the lead, I imagine Ben conceded, knowing his friend was the better actor. Will Hunting was a meaty role and it led to a lot more meat for Damon. Meanwhile, Affleck was stuck playing one-note guys for years to come. Some part of him must have longed for his chance to play a working-class Boston savant. As both director and star of “The Town”, Affleck finally gives himself that chance. And he doesn’t even screw it up. Like, at all.

Naturally, “The Town” in question is a borough of Boston. According to the opening titles, Charlestown is known for producing more bank robbers than any other city in the world. The film doesn’t exactly explain why that is, but it does show Charlestown as a very tight nit crime community, with transgressive skill passed down through the generations like a family business. Instead of being a math genius, Doug MacRay (Ben Affleck) is a bank-robbing savant. He and his merry band of thieves are organized and efficient, turning bank robbing into an art form. They wear disguises and sometimes even play characters. They get in, get the money and get out, leaving no trace of DNA behind. Ordinarily, they take no prisoners. That’s why it’s a surprise to the rest when Jem (Jeremy Renner), the ticking time bomb of the group, decides to take a hostage to aid their getaway. Things get even more complicated when they learn that the hostage, a pretty girl named Claire, lives in Charlestown and could possibly identify them.

Wary of Jem’s violent tendencies, MacRay offers to check in on Claire and find out if she knows anything. Of course, since she’s a pretty girl with a philanthropy streak, and he’s a gold-hearted gangster, he soon falls for her. Even though she doesn’t really remember anything, their budding relationship puts his whole team in jeopardy as the F.B.I. closes in on them. Even though they specialize in leaving no trace, they’re basically the only four guys in town who could have done it. Furthermore, the main G-Man assigned to their case (Jon Hamm) is hard-ass with something to prove. And he won’t stop until all of the suspects are either behind bars or dead.

Unlike Will Hunting, MacRay wants nothing more than to just leave Charlestown, preferably with his new girlfriend. But nobody will let him. Not Jem, his oldest friend who chose to do time rather than rat MacRay out; Not coked-up Krista, Jem’s sister and MacRay’s ex, who uses her baby as a way to garner sympathy; Certainly not the Irish florist/crime boss (Pete Postlethwaite) who insists that the gang to pull off one last, seemingly impossible job even while the heat builds under them.

There’s a lot of conflict in “The Town”. It unfolds slowly and builds on itself, leaving the viewer with a keen understanding of MacRay’s inner turmoil. The film doesn’t explicitly state why he saw gangster as a viable alternative to his foiled professional hockey career. But it offers plausible cause as to why he’s remained a gangster even though he’s an otherwise nice guy. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t be surprised to find this sort of layered characterization in serious noir drama. But this is Ben Affleck we’re talking about: Ben “Pearl Harbor Sucks and I Miss You” Affleck. I really have to hand it to him. He’s studied and learned a few things over the years. He’s not at all painful to watch anymore.

And apparently, he also knows how to direct. From a directorial standpoint, “The Town” isn’t necessarily a revelation, but it’s competent. The overall story is pretty cliché. But the action scenes are exciting, the interrogation scenes are tense, the getting-to-know-you scenes with Claire are full of heart and most of the dialogue is delightfully hard-boiled. Every scene hits its intended note. It certainly helps that Affleck filled in his supporting cast with phenomenal talent.

Hamm! Who doesn’t love Hamm? This pony knows all the tricks. As Don Draper, he’s the suavest motherfucker on the planet. But comb his hair forward and his whole demeanor changes. His F.B.I. agent is still cocky, but his intimidating asides make him sound like a dick. Don’t get me wrong; he’s a delightful dick. It’s very fun watching him kick some serious ass during a raid and try to get the guys to cave in the interrogation room. He’s supposed to be the good guy, but he’s obsessed with winning at all costs, and that makes him shady as far as heroes go. MacRay and his gang aren’t necessarily the bad (or good) guys either. That’s part of what makes “The Town” so entertaining. In many ways, it’s a standard heist picture. But it’s also about people. It’s like Ben Stiller’s character says in “The Zero Effect”. “There aren’t evil guys and innocent guys. It’s just…a bunch of guys”.

Like “Good Will Hunting,” “The Town” is all about redemption. But in this case, it’s not just for Doug MacRay, but also for Ben Affleck. Clearly tired of the “Gigli” jokes, he’s worked hard to better himself as an actor and a filmmaker. And apparently, it’s paying off.

How do you like them apples?

Originally published on FilmThreat.com (now defunct).