This week, I’m all about bourbon. And honestly, you can’t find a better bourbon movie than Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (Disc/Download). I’m pretty sure Paul Newman had a highball glass glued to his hand throughout the shoot, and lord was there ever a sexier drunk than 1950s-era Newman? I think not. If you’re sweltering through an endless summer like Brick, better grab the ice bucket and the full bottle—you’ll need them to get through this steamy drama.
Looking at this film purely from an aesthetic point of view, I’m immediately hooked by the gorgeous southern plantation sets, Elizabeth Taylor’s sensual costumes, and the rugged beauty of Paul Newman. The man looks to be carved from marble, and is of course one hell of an actor. Then there’s Elizabeth Taylor’s Maggie “the cat”, my role model for womanhood. She’s tough, she’s conniving, and she’s not afraid to tell off bratty children. Watching her smear ice cream over an annoying little girl’s head is SUCH a satisfying moment for me, and proof she’s the one with real Life in her. It’s no wonder “Big Daddy” prefers her to his other daughter-in-law—you want the woman who will give you a cashmere robe for your birthday, not another loud-mouthed grandchild.
Although we’re supposed to feel anger or sympathy for Paul Newman’s alcoholic character Brick, I can’t help but be impressed. This man knows how to hold his liquor! Whether you’re sweating in a Mississippi plantation or just watching people onscreen do it, a cool drink will get you through the worst days of summer. While watching Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, I recommend drinking this Mississippi Punch.
2 oz Cognac
1 oz Bourbon
1 oz Jamaican Rum
½ oz Lemon Juice
½ oz simple syrup
Orange wedge for garnish
Combine all ingredients in a shaker filled with ice. Shake until chilled, then strain into a glass filled with crushed ice. Garnish with an orange wedge.
Just like this cocktail, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof is INTENSE. By the end I’m exhausted from the emotional turmoil of these characters, and I wish someone would put them all out of their misery. But then Brick smirks and tells Maggie to “lock the door,” and I get that warm, satisfied feeling only a classic film and a great line can deliver. Well… a great line and a lot of bourbon. Cheers!
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