Golden Globe Winner; Best Newcomer in a Motion Picture
THE LAST OF PHILIP BANTER
Film Noir, Spanish Style
I was attracted to this Film Noir for its exploration of mental illness through the dissection of the classes; social vs working. Alas, this theme didn’t translate well in the final cut....
But I found the cast and crew to be some of the warmest folk I’d ever worked with and loved being in Spain. This was Barcelona at best. Having only recently been liberated from the oppressions of the ‘Franco’ era, the city was bursting with energy -- new art studios, designer boutiques and Tapas bars.
I loved to walk the streets, sometimes for miles, visiting flea markets, taking in the flavors, scents and sounds of the flourishing city and its colorful people. I’d stop at a grocer, make sure I was armed with a bag of salad greens to hand to my server wherever I plopped myself for lunch. Menus consisted of meat and more meat, evidenced by rows of hanging pork legs in any restaurant you found yourself. (Note: this tradition is a carryover from the days of the Inquisition – hanging pork meat proved you were a devout Catholic and might prevent you from being burned at the stake). Suffice to say, the only fresh raw salad available at any restaurant or café might be tomatoes, bell peppers or onion slices.
A memory that lingers from my time in Barcelona is my culinary discovery of baby Angulas (baby eels), swimming in a delicate white wine and garlic sauce. When cooked they turn opaque, and are served in a small 6” earthenware bowl with a small fork made from Boj wood. Yum.