Is there no surprise that I need to see this film?
Mid-August Lunch is the story of a middle-aged Italian who finds himself caring for four spunky old ladies over a feeding frenzy.
New York Times: "One of the film's deepest satisfactions is its characters' complete lack of ruminative psychologizing. When the women look back, it is with a sense of having lived full lives. Had Mid-August Lunch wavered from its matter-of-fact realism, it might have toppled into sentimentality or morbidity. Instead it is a group portrait of people who are comfortable with who they are, savoring the pleasures of food and companionship and living in the moment."
The following week I plan on whipping out that dusty Rosetta Stone Italian from my closet. Cin! Cin!