This weekend we caught a couple of episodes of a new show on Netflix called: Last Meals, in which the host, Josh Scherer from Mythical Kitchen, interviews a celebrity about their lives whilst enjoying what they would eat for their last meal on Earth. Hence the name of the show. 

Funnily enough Gabz talked about this over on Mastodon too, writing in his post Last Meal all the delicious things he’d have for his last meal. So of course, I had to follow suit and write about what I would love to eat as my Last Meal.

First Course

I would start with a soup, Gazpacho to be exact. And not any Gazpacho, my fav was made by the head chef at the Musee des Beaux Arts restaurant here, in Quebec City. It was bursting with flavour and definitely up there in soup heaven.

Second Course

I’d follow that up with my favourite ham & mushroom pizza (or, even just a slice) from the No. 900 which does the best pizza I’ve ever tasted outside of Italy. Well okay, I haven’t tasted every pizza. But this one is pretty close to the best you’ll ever taste, and so says the Michelin Guide.

Main Course

Ah, there are so many dishes I’d want to taste again and for my last meal. Dishes my mother cooked me as a kid. Her sweet and sour pork, her Chinese BBQ pork, or her 5 spice slow roasted pork. But of them all, I think I would go for her traditional Sunday roast chicken dinner with all the trimmings and my dad’s special gravy. 

Maybe, like the show, I could have a small tasting of all these dishes and maybe side of my mum’s mac and cheese as well, thanks.

Dessert

No meal is complete without at least one or two desserts. And out of all the ice creams I’ve tasted over my life time, and enjoyed, I think, in the end, I’d go for the singularly outstanding tasting lemon merengue pie made locally, here, on the island the ile d’Orleans. The lemon quotient in these pies is off the charts. Never mind the soft fluffy pillow of merengue that sits atop the tart velvety lemon filling that literally make your mouth salivate.

Not to be outdone, I’d also want a serving of my mother’s stick-to-your-ribs rice pudding. It was thick enough you could stand a spoon up in it and rich enough that you couldn’t stop eating it. And yes, we all fought over who got the skin off the top. There was never enough to go around. 

And there you have it. I might even finish the meal off with a good coffee, a selection of cheeses and Carr’s water biscuits. Except, I’m no longer allowed coffee, so maybe a good Turkish or Moroccan mint tea. 

And you, what would you have for your last meal on earth?

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Set in the struggling fishing community of Snook’s Arm, Newfoundland, the story follows local fisherman Calvin Penney (Josh Hartnett) as he and his family deal with economic uncertainty, a looming government resettlement program.

I watched the last couple of episodes last night of, Below, a Canadian based miniseries on Netflix. While it’s billed as a supernatural thriller, and while it does have some thrilling moments, I wouldn’t say there were any supernatural elements, not really. Though there were moments when the action will make you jump. But it’s all very earth-bound (or is that sea-bound?) dread provided by a very plausible monster.

And no, I won’t tell you what it is, you’ll just have to watch this fun, moody and, dare I say it, atmospheric series. Some excellent performances, a great supporting cast, and even better scenery make this one a thoroughly enjoyable romp at sea.

At nearly two and a half hours long, this third instalment of the Knives Out franchise, Wake Up Dead Man, was 45 minutes too long. At least, in my humble opinion. I started to watch this Wednesday evening and, got as far as Msgr. Wick’ confession to Father Jud outside the church and, gave up due to the trite and childish need to appeal to an audience of 12 year old boys. I didn’t actually finish the movie till yesterday afternoon.

Sadly, my opinion didn’t change much about the characters and, by the sordid end, hoped they would all end up dead. The only light in this whole hot mess was Daniel Craig as Benoit Blanc. He lifted this morass but still, in the end, couldn’t save it from itself.

Save yourself the trouble, go watch something else.

In the spirit of the Mini Book Review trending about the web, I thought to write my own (rather sarcastic, or it that, scathing?) mini movie reviews. You’ve been warned, there are …

SPOILERS AHEAD.

Murder on the Orient Express — A movie in which twelve suspects of varying social status have three minutes of screen time to convince Kenneth Branagh—er, I mean, Poirot—that they are not the killer of Johnny Depp’s despicable character and the obvious bad guy.

With a waveringly bad accent, the heroic Hercule Poirot confronts the suspects—who are artfully arranged at a table in the mouth of the train tunnel to look like Da Vinci’s Last Super—and recounts a series of events in flashback to solve the mystery.

And … they all did it.

3 Billboards outside Ebbings, Missouri — A foul-mouth red-neck woman hurls abuse at the town’s Sheriff and his inept, racist department for not finding her daughter’s killer. In a last ditch effort to get the dying Sheriff to find a clue, she rents three billboards to get her message across. More swearing and ultra violence ensues before the Sheriff blows his brains out, and a disgraced deputy miraculously over-hears someone bragging in a bar of his rape conquest.

Disgraced deputy and foul-mouthed woman team up, and go on a road-trip to murder the bragging rapist.

Lady Bird — A dull, coming of-age movie in which the two central characters of a mother and daughter hurl derogatory abuse at one another. Where the character of Christine ‘Lady Bird,’ a senior at Catholic high school about to graduate and go to college, acts like a self-centred spoilt child in a series of lack-lustre vignettes. The two best of which are wasted in the trailer for the movie to make you think this is a comedy. It isn’t.

Dunkirk — A long, slow, and violent look at the evacuation of 400,000 Allied troops from the beaches at Dunkirk, via three interwoven threads, confusingly mixed at random. With a total lack of regard to any continuity, we see disturbing images of men drowning, men being blown up, men running along a beach. Men waiting in long lines out in the open, waiting to be shot at by the enemy. Men screaming and jumping off sinking ships, and drowning in long drawn out sequences to heroic, and very jarring music.

There is little or no credible dialogue, as there are few speaking parts. One of which is Kenneth Branagh as a Naval Officer stood on a pier looking heroically out to sea, or to the sky, for deliverance. There is none … for him, or for us.

And there you have it, of course, this is all just my opinion. No popcorn was harm in the writing of these scathing reviews.

The English-dubbed Mexican show, Bandidos, about a group of desperate friends and frenemies coming together to find lost Spanish treasure, turned out to be an absolute comedy gem.

Full of action and fun, this one had me laughing at the group’s antics as they try to outwit the bad guys and get to the treasure first. All-in-all, a thoroughly enjoyable romp through the Mexican countryside.

I’m really looking forward to jumping in and watching season 2.

This Scottish drama The Island is set on one of the Hebridean islands and centres on a dysfunctional family with secrets. The head of this family just happens to be the Lord of the Manor whose wife is brutally murder.

What unfolds is a fairly slow, meandering story of lies, deceit, and betrayals all of which lead to an obvious conclusion. That said, the scenery was magnificent. The acting, however, was a tad earnest. Not bad if you have nothing else to watch.

In total contrast to how bored we were watching Reptile the other night, we were fully engaged with the horror-tinged action thriller, The Gorge. The premise is comic-book to be sure, and the whole section they were actually in the Gorge was memorable. But only because we both sat there having a good laugh at the really bad monsters.

But what made this fun and watchable were the two main characters, perfectly acted by Miles Teller and Anya Taylor Joy. It felt like they had good chemistry onscreen and the banter was fun and lightweight. While the action didn’t overwhelm the duo’s dynamics.

Grab a bag of popcorn and just enjoy this one for what it is, implausible fun.

We started watching The Bombing of Pan Am 103 a BBC coproduction showing on Netflix. We’re 3 episodes in this 5-part mini series and, let me tell you, it’s gripping and tense in a documentary style way, with scenes of real footage intercut between the dramatisation of the event and aftermath.

This one is both a little chilling but nonetheless, compulsive viewing. Also, I was surprised by a number of things I learned last night that I never knew about about the crash and subsequent inquiry.

We’ll watch the last 2 episodes tonight.

A family of four are suddenly sealed inside their home with no way out, and must work together to survive against both their dwindling resources and the mysterious, looming threat that is keeping them trapped.

The premise for The Last House, a new movie showing on Netflix, made me hope for a good Hitchcock thriller, where it is more about what you don’t see than what you do. And, to begin with, this one started off good enough but sadly, fizzled out midway through as there was just not enough tension or palatable fear.

Throw in the fact the ending was nothing short of head-scratching, and the monster element a little weak, and what you have is, at best, a lacklustre attempt at a horror movie that falls short. Very short.

Last night we watched the overly long movie, Reptile over on Netflix. At 2 hours plus this felt like it could have been 90 minutes and it would still have felt like it was too long. Why? An overly meandering storyline that, quite frankly, failed dismally to go anywhere. The conclusion stilted to the point it was left hanging in midair, unresolved. And the final scene? Bizarre by anyone’s standards of out there weird. That’s two hours of my life gone.

If I were you, I would slither on over to find something better, elsewhere.