There’s a reason this movie is setting records. It’s awesome, go see it. But know this: it supports a dangerous cinematic idea, one that I’ve been against for a long time and I’m glad to have this forum to speak out.
That would be sidewalk cafés. Specifically, eating at them. I guess it’s OK to sit inside and look at them, and maybe entertaining in a way, but patronizing them? Nope. Especially in New York, where this conversation happens about every three days…
“This tiny sandwich is great! And it only cost 36 dollars!”
“Yes! My 8 dollar water is delic…!”
And then the inevitable giant glass wall on the restaurant side of your café explodes. Or the entire sidewalk is thrown skyward from something tunneling underneath. Or thunderballed. At the very least, a get-away car careens right over your pretentious little wrought iron table where the salt shaker can never really sit flat.
And I gotta say, this is your own fault. If you’ve ever seen a movie, you really ought to know that eating at a sidewalk café in New York City is just asking for it. And the fact that the movie wasn’t actually filmed in New York doesn’t change anything. Any time you eat outside you tempt fate. Your napkin is going to blow off your lap. There will be bugs. Buses will drive by, or worse, they’ll stop, hovering over your teeny salad. Of course picnics are horrible, everyone knows that. But sidewalk cafés, especially in any version of New York, are just mystifying. Why would anyone eat at one? There are hot dog carts everywhere! Get a hot dog and keep moving! Or better yet, tell you what, I’ll make you a really tiny sandwich, you can eat it inside, and I’ll only charge you 35 dollars. Deal?
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