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Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore

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Image: Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, 1974

Don’t you just love a diner? The smell of pancakes, maple syrup, and coffee. The sound of a waitress asking whether you want toast or a biscuit (biscuit; always a biscuit). And most of all, a cross section of humanity, the whole place filled with hangovers and hard workers. Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore (Disc/Download) is a bit like the diner it depicts: quiet some times, abrasively loud at others. Let’s pour a drink and park ourselves in a comfy booth.

Martin Scorsese made this film in between Mean Streets and Taxi Driver, and although it has the realism, incredible performances, and artistic flair of those two films, Alice Doesn’t Live Here is an odd choice for a guy who would make his name in the gritty neighborhoods of New York City. This romantic drama (I use the term “romantic” loosely) follows newly widowed Alice (Ellen Burstyn) on the road to Monterey, CA with her son Tommy. Along the way, she finds a bad romance with Harvey Keitel, a good romance with Kris Kristofferson, and a job as a waitress in Tucson. It’s a far cry from her dream of being a lounge singer, but at least it’s work. Tommy starts hanging out with the local troublemaker (Jodie Foster, who I’m convinced came out of the womb sounding like a jaded middle-aged woman), and pretty soon, Monterey starts to seem like a silly childhood fantasy. They’ve already started building a better life without even realizing it.

Regarding diner food and brunch beverages, I’ve always wondered why I rarely see an espresso martini made with maple syrup. Coffee and pancakes go together pretty well, right? I tried it for myself this week, and I’m very pleased with the results. Now I just need the pancakes. While watching Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, I recommend drinking this Maple Espresso Martini.

Maple Espresso Martini

2 oz Vodka

1 oz Chilled Espresso

1/2 oz Coffee Liqueur (I used Mr. Black)

1/2 oz Maple Syrup

2 dashes Black Walnut Bitters

Combine all ingredients in a shaker with ice. Shake for about thirty seconds, then strain into a coupe or martini glass.

The thing I love most about this movie is how it depicts the changing ideas of what it meant to be a woman in the 1970s. Alice is a complex character who’s forced to adapt into a society that still demeans women, yet now expects the world from them. She’s both cautionary tale and inspiration, and definitely someone I’d love to take a road trip with. Cue the Elton John. Cheers!

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Silkwood

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Image credit: Silkwood, 1983

Happy Labor Day to all you Cinema Sips readers! Today, we celebrate the contributions of the American labor movement, and because I’m an elder Millennial raised on Newsies, I am very pro-labor. As workers across the country continue the fight to hold our 21st century robber barons accountable, and as nuclear energy makes a sudden comeback thanks to the regime’s inexplicable hatred of windmills (?!), there’s never been a better time to revisit Silkwood.

Watching the opening credits of this movie is like reaching into a mystery grab bag—you never know who’s going to pop up! Silkwood director Mike Nichols is someone I closely associate with smart, funny films like The Graduate, Working Girl, and The Birdcage, while screenwriter Nora Ephron is the queen of romantic comedies. Then there’s Kurt Russell as the sweet, shirtless, banjo-playing boyfriend of Meryl Streep and her unfortunate mullet. Finally, we have Cher as the lesbian roommate dating a funeral parlor beautician. This all sounds like the set-up to a comedy, and yet Silkwood is firmly in the melodramatic biopic genre. The roomies all work in a factory making nuclear fuel rods, where naturally, the conditions are terrible. Long hours, limited safety protocols, no vacation time, low pay, etc. After Karen Silkwood (Streep) is exposed to high levels of radiation and gets involved in her local labor union, she becomes someone the company wants to silence. Subjecting her to even worse conditions, and multiple “Silkwood showers” where they scrub her skin raw to remove trace amounts of radiation, Karen continues the fight until her last breath.

Most of my knowledge about nuclear energy is limited to gripping tales of meltdowns and catastrophes, like Chernobyl and Three Mile Island. Also, my husband makes ceramic glazes that look like molten nuclear waste, so the disaster narrative is heavily reinforced in our house. While you’re watching Silkwood, calm your anxiety with this Plutonium Daiquiri.

Plutonium Daiquiri

1 oz Overproof Rum

1 oz Lime Juice

¾ oz Yellow Chartreuse

¼ oz Falernum 

Combine all ingredients in a shaker with ice. Shake to chill, then strain into a Nick & Nora glass. Garnish with a dried lime wheel.

My financial advisor is convinced Uranium is about to take off, which is just one more example of America’s slow slide back to the 1950s, in all aspects of our lives. To be clear, I like the era’s dresses, houses, and movies, but the rest of it can stay in the past. As Silkwood proves: if you really want to make America great, listen to the workers. Listen to the scientists. Listen to the journalists. Don’t listen to the CEOs. Cheers!

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The Sandpiper

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Image: The Sandpiper, 1965

Summer is in full swing, which means I’m in the mood for for melodrama at the beach. Vincente Minnelli’s The Sandpiper (Disc/Download) is a perfect choice because it features two people who defined the word “drama” in the 1960s: Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton.

Having abandoned their spouses to hook up with one another during the filming of Cleopatra, Burton and Taylor were already a married couple by the time they made The Sandpiper. However, that didn’t stop them from capitalizing on their reputation as scandal-plagued adulterers. They were among the most photographed celebrities of the 1960s, so whether The Sandpiper was a good movie or a bad one was of no consequence; it was always going to make money. Thankfully, the film has a lot to offer, such as beautiful Big Sur scenery, Elizabeth Taylor’s enviable beach house, forbidden love, and even Charles Bronson playing a hippie sculptor. Taylor’s character of a single mom who is single by choice was a bold stance for the time period, and even though her son is included in a long list of movie children I loathe, I enjoy the film’s feminist leanings. Liz can be an artist or a mother or whatever the hell she wants to be; men are of no consequence to her ambitions.

For all you lovers of melodrama, rest assured there is a wonderfully taboo romance between this bohemian mom and the married Episcopalian priest in charge of her son’s new boarding school. Richard Burton was the quintessential “Hot Priest” before Fleabag coined the term, so let’s celebrate him with this spicy spritz perfect for summer on the California coast. While watching The Sandpiper, I recommend drinking a Hot Priest cocktail.

Hot Priest

1 Jalapeño pepper, sliced into rounds

4 oz Rosé wine

½ oz Lime juice

2 oz Sparkling Water

In the bottom of a wine glass, muddle 1 jalapeño slice (omit if you don’t want it extra-spicy). Add ice, then pour in the Rosé and lime juice. Top with sparkling water, and garnish with 2-3 jalapeno slices.

It’s hard to imagine any movie couple surpassing the unique chemistry of Liz and Dick in The Sandpiper, not only because of their physical attractiveness, but because the audience gets to feel like they’re witnessing something secret. We’re brought into their relationship for the length of two hours, and it’s gorgeous and complicated and doomed. But oh, when it was good, it was amazing. Cheers!

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A Place in the Sun

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Image credit: A Place in the Sun, 1951

This week, I’m in the mood for beautiful gowns, retro bathing suits, a Tiki dinner party at the lake, and maybe a little murder. A Place in the Sun (Disc/Download) satisfies all these cravings, making it my perfect summer watch.

You’ve probably seen the dress designed by Edith Head and worn by Elizabeth Taylor—the one with the dozens of tiny white flowers covering the bust.

You may have also seen the funny gif of Elizabeth collapsing into a heap on her bedroom floor (director George Stevens must have had a thing about her suddenly fainting because he made her do it again in Giant). But what you might not already be familiar with is the nuanced performance turned in by Montgomery Clift, who makes us question our own ideas of right and wrong; of guilt and innocence.

George Eastman starts out with a menial job at his uncle’s bathing suit factory, determined to work hard and earn a promotion one day. But when he begins an empty affair with his poor, vulnerable co-worker (Shelley Winters) while secretly pining for wealthy socialite Angela Vickers (Elizabeth Taylor), he loses a bit of our sympathy. And yet… there’s a part of me that just wants Shelley to go away so he can be with the dazzling one. And boy, does Elizabeth dazzle, with her eyelashes and her gowns and her speedboats. The director often shoots her in close-up, and it has a hypnotizing effect on the audience. We would do anything to see more of her; of course George would feel the same.

I knew this was probably a champagne movie, and definitely a martini movie, but I didn’t realize it’s also a Tiki movie! It makes perfect sense the wealthy family in this would throw a Polynesian-inspired dinner party, as the film was made during the height of the South Seas craze. Complete with leis and pineapple serving bowls and a live steel guitar player, it’s like the characters all decamped to Trader Vic’s for the night. Let’s celebrate this fabulous turn with a Tiki variation on the Vesper martini. While watching A Place in the Sun, I recommend drinking a Loon.

Loon

2 oz London Dry Gin

¼ oz Cocchi Americano

¼ oz PAMA Pomegranate Liqueur

Stir all ingredients together in a shaker with ice, and strain into a coupe glass. Garnish with a twist of lemon and a flower.

The novel this film is based on is titled An American Tragedy, and indeed the film is a tragedy, despite its wistful title change. It declares that the one making the bathing suits will never be the one wearing the bathing suits; that the American Dream is a myth for so many. Seventy-four years later, we’re still following the same old script.

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Chaplin

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Image credit: Chaplin, 1992

When times are tough, something that keeps me going is my connection to fellow cinephiles. One way I’ve made these connections is through the terrific film zine Moviejawn, where I’ve been a contributor for the past eight years. The latest issue is all about silent cinema, and in it, I confess my secret shame: until recently, I’d never watched a Chaplin film all the way through. How is this possible, you ask? Well, turns out you can fake it pretty well if you’ve watched this week’s Cinema Sips pick, Richard Attenborough’s Chaplin (Disc/Download).

Biopics are one of my favorite film genres, and having recently eschewed political podcasts in favor of dishy celebrity memoirs, I find myself craving more insight about how great films were made, and in particular, what was happening in a star’s personal life during the process. Chaplin ticks all the boxes: talented actor who sort of looks like the celebrity he’s playing (Robert Downey Jr.), recreation of classic film sets (The Gold Rush, The Great Dictator, etc.), outside forces trying to squash the star’s light (ugh, HUAC), terrific supporting cast playing real icons (Kevin Kline as Douglas Fairbanks!!!), and laughably bad old-age makeup and hair. The best biopics understand they’re not going to squeeze everything in, so instead they attempt to paint the broad strokes of a person’s life, getting to the essence of what made them so successful. Attenborough does this incredibly well, taking us from Chaplin’s Dickensian roots in a British work house, to the vaudeville stage, to America, to California, to his exile in Switzerland, and finally, to his triumphant return at the 1972 Academy Awards ceremony. Some scenes are sped up to mimic the frame rate of the silent films they pay homage to, and this helps the movie move at a satisfying clip. We don’t need to see everything; just the highlights and a few Keystone Cops bits.

The film I discuss in the most recent issue of Moviejawn is City Lights, and given it’s my first foray into the world of Charlie Chaplin, it feels appropriate to celebrate him with the classic cocktail that bears his name. I’ll share it here for my Cinema Sips readers, because it’s also a great one to try while you’re watching Attenborough’s Chaplin.

Chaplin

1 oz Sloe Gin

1 oz Apricot Liqueur

1 oz Lime Juice

Dried lime wheel (garnish)

Combine first three ingredients in a shaker with ice. Shake to chill, then strain into a coupe glass. Garnish with dried lime wheel.

I was surprised by how relevant Charlie Chaplin’s story continues to be today, along with his films. The silent comedian tackled themes of income inequality, authoritarianism, automation, immigration, xenophobia, etc., so it’s no wonder he was a target for a government hell bent on squashing anybody who dared speak out against America’s rotten core. Even more than a story of a flawed man, Chaplin is the story of a flawed country. But the one thing he knew, and the thing that Moviejawn continues to prove again and again, is how wonderfully films can unite us. Even in silence, we can hear each other calling out. Cheers!

*If you’re interested in subscribing to Moviejawn, details can be found here. I also highly recommend the spring issue’s accompanying Silence Please! vinyl record, perfect for immersing yourself in the silent cinema experience!

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Before Night Falls

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Image credit: Before Night Falls, 2000

This week’s film Before Night Falls (Disc/Download) is one I’ve wanted to feature for a long time, but could somehow never find the words. Happily, a recent cocktail discovery spurred me on, with delicious results. I don’t claim to possess even a fraction of the writing talent of Reinaldo Arenas, but I’ll do my best to share why I think this is a great movie to watch right now.

If you assume the average viewer couldn’t possibly have anything in common with a politically-oppressed Cuban poet, then you’re in for a surprise. Director Julian Schnabel makes Reinaldo’s story very accessible, perfectly capturing the tiny, beautiful moments that make up a person’s life. He could be anyone with a particular talent or dream, stuck in a time and place that wants to smother that dream. More than “gay”, or “Cuban”, or “immigrant”, or “AIDS patient”, or any of the labels placed upon him, he is an artist. A human. Stunningly photographed, expertly acted by Javier Bardem, this biopic is a reminder that art is the greatest resistance we have. That even in the most oppressive societies, words have power.

The sad fact that Arenas never lived long enough to be an “old Cuban” makes this drink bittersweet. Still, it’s a great variation on the flavors of a Mojito and feels like a celebration of the Reinaldo of the early 1960s, hunched over a typewriter, finding his voice. While watching Before Night Falls, I recommend drinking an Old Cuban.

Old Cuban

 1 ½ oz Aged Rum

¾ oz Lime Juice

1 oz Mint Simple Syrup

2 Dashes Angostura Bitters

2 oz Dry Champagne

Dried Lime Wheel (garnish)

Combine rum, lime juice, mint simple syrup, and bitters in a shaker with ice. Shake to chill, then strain into a coupe glass. Top with Champagne, and stir gently with a barspoon. Garnish with a dried lime wheel.

Before Night Falls launched Javier Bardem’s career in America, and it also introduced the words of Reinaldo Arenas to a new generation. I remember watching it as a high school student and immediately running out to buy one of his books. The poetry of his language is unforgettable and cinematic, and the film is a fitting tribute to a talent that defies labels or borders. Cheers!

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Only Angels Have Wings

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Image credit: Only Angles Have Wings, 1939

Those who follow the Cinema Sips Instagram account know I love spending Friday night with a cocktail, a pizza, and movie from my Uncle Len’s Criterion Closet. Several weeks ago, I posted about watching Only Angels Have Wings (Disc/Download) and was overwhelmed by the response I received from fans. After getting over my grievance that so many of y’all were holding out on me with your recommendation, I decided the best gift I could give to lovers of this Howard Hawks classic was a cocktail pairing.

Starring Cary Grant as the owner of an air mail service in the fictional South American port town of Barranca, Only Angels Have Wings is kind of like the TV show Wings, except you never really know if the pilots are coming back for episode 2.  The geography in this part of the world makes flying difficult, and planes are forced to travel blindly through thick banks of fog. Jean Arthur arrives on a banana boat (literally, a boat carrying bananas, not the bouncy, inflatable water activity for drunk spring breakers), and after charming a couple of the American pilots, this sunshine meets her grumpy match in the form of Cary Grant’s weathered airman Geoff. He’s got no time for flirting, and no interest in forming attachments when life is so precarious. Just ask his ex, played by a young Rita Hayworth. Of course Jean wears him down, and one bullet wound later, he’s ready to risk something even scarier than a dangerous flight: his heart.

The tropical setting of this movie lends itself nicely to a tiki-inspired cocktail, and lucky for us, Don the Beachcomber came up with an appropriately named one just a couple years after the film was made. While watching Only Angels Have Wings, I recommend drinking a Test Pilot.

Test Pilot

1 ½ oz Dark Rum

¾ oz Light Rum

½ oz Cointreau

½ oz Lime Juice

½ oz Falernum

1 dash Angostura Bitters

6 drops Pernod

Maraschino cherry (garnish)

Combine ingredients in a blender with a cup of ice. Blend for about five seconds, until the ice is crushed but not liquefied. Pour into rocks glass, add more crushed ice if needed, and garnish with a maraschino cherry.

Director Howard Hawks does a terrific job with the aerial sequences in this movie, but it’s the horrific bird strike that really had me on the edge of my seat. It’s easy to see why Only Angels Have Wings is so popular among classic film fans because not only is it great to look at, but it maintains a high level of suspense throughout. My friends in cinema, if you wanted me to fall in love with this movie, all you had to do was ask. Cheers!

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Reds

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Image credit: Reds, 1981

While working my way through Warren Beatty’s directorial filmography over the past year, one final film remained my personal Everest. Blame it on the absurdly long run time, blame it on a bad trip with Doctor Zhivago several years ago, but whatever the reason, Reds (Disc/Download) always seemed like a steep hill to climb. However, current events have finally inspired me to strap on my boots and hit play. Verdict: now is the perfect time to dive into a movie about political activism, revolutions, and why men can’t be trusted to run anything.

Starring Beatty as journalist John Reed, and Diane Keaton as his love interest and fellow writer/activist Louise Bryant, Reds is a sweeping epic about the rise and fall of the Communist movement on both the American and international stages. I won’t get into the nitty gritty of the Socialist Party, the I.W.W, or the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917 because there’s just too much to wade through. What I do want to concentrate on are the relationships between the main characters and the fantastic performance by Keaton. She gives many of the film’s best speeches, particularly one in which she decries the toxic, doomed relationship between religion and politics. Her romance with Reed seems heavily founded on shared ideals rather than shared emotions, which explains why she’s able to have an affair with Eugene O’Neill (played wonderfully by Jack Nicholson). We may be expected to root for Beatty and Keaton, but in my opinion, it’s Nicholson and Keaton who have the real chemistry. Leave it to Nancy Meyers to recreate their white linen beach stroll in Something’s Gotta Give twenty years later; after all, she knows what women want.

When John Reed travels to Russia, he’s advised to try an appetizer of salted lemon. It sounds gross (particularly when paired with a raw onion!), but if he’d listened, we might have been spared the scene of Beatty’s scurvy-ridden gums. I’m not taking any chances this winter. While watching Reds, I recommend drinking a Dirty Lemon Martini.

Dirty Lemon Martini

2 oz Vodka

1 oz Dry Vermouth

1/4 oz Preserved Lemon Brine

Preserved Lemon slice (garnish)

Combine ingredients in a shaker with ice. Stir to chill, then strain into a glass. Garnish with a small sliver of preserved lemon.

Reds would have made a great limited series, and in fact I ended up splitting the movie into two nights of viewing. I complain frequently about bloated run times, but the truth is, you can’t tell the story of the Russian Revolution in two hours. I don’t even think you can tell it in three, though Warren certainly tries. Even though the events depicted here took place a century ago, that’s really not so long when you stop to think about it. Looking around at the anger, anxiety, and pessimism that I and so many others are feeling, it seems like no time has passed at all.

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City of Angels

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Image credit: City of Angels, 1998

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: an angel in a trench coat falls for a human, then gives up eternity to be with her. This week, we’re talking remakes, Goo Goo Dolls, and pears with the Nicolas Cage/Meg Ryan romance flick, City of Angels (Disc/Download).

If you like your movies more dialogue and plot-heavy, less philosophical, then you may prefer City of Angels to its German ancestor Wings of Desire. Instead of flashback scenes of the Holocaust, we get panoramic views of the Hollywood sign and Malibu. Humans are still a mess, but they’re a mess in a “first world problem” kind of way. I’m happy to report that angels still hang out in libraries, and Dennis Franz does a great job picking up where fellow TV-cop Peter Falk left off as the wisecracking former angel Mr. Messinger (THAT NAME, lol). When Cage’s Seth meets Ryan’s Maggie, it’s in a Meet Joe Black-capacity, as he escorts the newest member of the afterlife to his next stop. As Seth and Dr. Maggie lock eyes over the heart attack patient she’s trying to revive, something shifts, and for the first time, this angel starts to want something. There are many cringe-inducing moments along the way (Seth hovering in a corner looking like he’s being stabbed in the gut while Maggie “relaxes” in her bathtub, being one), but for me, the romance still works. I want him to throw himself off a building to be with her, and I want her to be the one to bandage him up.

Pears play a pivotal role in this film, which is surprising for such an under-hyped fruit. Not nearly as sexy as the peach (what is it with Nicolas Cage movies and fruit??), it’s still kind of a turn on when Meg Ryan describes it as “sugary sand that dissolves in your mouth.” While watching City of Angels, I recommend drinking a Divine Pear Martini.

Divine Pear Martini

2 oz Grey Goose La Poire Vodka

¾ oz St. Germain

¾ oz Lemon Juice

2 oz Champagne

Fresh pear slices (garnish)

Combine vodka, St. Germain, and lemon juice in a shaker with ice. Shake to chill, then strain into a coupe glass. Top with champagne, and garnish with pear slices.

I may not have held onto my VHS copy of this film, but I definitely still have the soundtrack. It’s endured multiple media purges thanks to “Iris” by The Goo-Goo Dolls, “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan and Alanis Morissette’s “Uninvited”. This late-’90s mix is the perfect way to unwind after a tough day spent wondering if anything is within our control; if free will still exists, or if we’re all just puppets on a string. I’m more pessimistic than ever about these existential uncertainties, but I do feel pretty positive about my answer to Seth’s other question. When the guy in the trench coat asks what my favorite thing about being human is, the response will be automatic: movies. Cheers!

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Memento

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Image credit: Memento, 2000

I don’t often think about how memory impacts my movie consumption, but this week’s pick Memento (Disc/Download) has brought it to the forefront of my mind. A film I saw twice in the theater during its initial release, but never again in all the years after, I thought I remembered its twists and turns. I thought I remembered the ending. I thought I knew who the good and bad guys were, but I was totally wrong. Turns out, when it comes to this movie, I have amnesia.

Christopher Nolan’s breakthrough film about a vengeful man who has lost his short-term memory asks a lot of its audience. It assumes we’re able to follow as the story is told out of sequence: backward in the color scenes, forward in the black & white scenes, with tattoos and injuries appearing in reverse, their causes unknown. If you make it through with even a vague understanding of the plot, then you might feel pretty smart. Maybe that’s why I liked it so much as a teen and still do now: Memento issues a challenge, and I enjoy being challenged. Technically a neo-noir, the film follows Guy Pearce’s Leonard as he searches for the man he thinks raped and murdered his wife. Characters come into his life (Carrie-Anne Moss, Joe Pantoliano), and you’re never sure if they’re heroes or villains. Ultimately, the whole world seems to be taking advantage of Leonard’s condition, even Leonard himself. There are things he doesn’t want to remember, and it’s easier to move forward if everything beyond the previous five minutes is a black hole.

The story takes place where most of the great noirs have thrived, in the seedy underbelly of Los Angeles. Lenny’s world is one of cheap motels, dive bars, and abandoned buildings, with keys to rooms and cars he doesn’t remember. Maybe you’ve had a night of heavy drinking where things got fuzzy after a certain point, or maybe you’re looking for one today. While watching Memento, I recommend drinking this Memory Loss cocktail.

Memory Loss

2 oz Rye

½ oz Fernet Branca

½ oz Bénédictine

1 barspoon Maraschino Liqueur

Orange Bitters

Dried Orange Slice

Combine rye, Fernet Branca, Bénédictine, Maraschino Liqueur, and bitters in a shaker with ice. Stir to chill, then strain into a glass filled with one large ice cube. Garnish with a dried orange slice.

Nolan would go on to have the kind of career most filmmakers dream of, delivering hit after hit both critically and commercially. He’s often played with our perception of reality and time, in films like The Prestige, Interstellar, Inception, etc., and in some ways, Memento seems like the forgotten film of his oeuvre . It’s gotten overshadowed, fading from our memories like one of Leonard’s Polaroids shot in reverse. Personally, I may have forgotten the plot, but I’ve never forgotten the unsettled way it makes me feel. Cheers!