My deepest memory of Obama's trip to Japan in the year of Obama has left me. Abe invited him to a sushi restaurant with only 12 seats and no menu. The daily dishes are determined by the chef’s mood. The film's first Baidu I'm definitely not a person who eats, even if I'm facing the familiar taste of "A Bite of China," but this film alone makes me unable to stop swallowing, and it also makes me re-examine the back of the dining table. The journey of a professional
Sushi is as magical as it is. The old rice balls that Erlang squeezed out of his hands were shining with stars. For the first time, I saw authentic Japanese food being made and eaten now. There was no soy sauce plate, and no toothpaste wasabi. I witnessed the birth of sushi with my own eyes. Like an art show, each piece of sushi is so delicate it looks like a glazed model, which is both hungry and too cute to swallow. I feel that the Japanese ingeniously combine food and art so seamlessly that the color and flavor are complete, and the visual effect is unparalleled. I also feel how deeply ingrained the obsessions are in Japanese minds. They may be far less imaginative than Americans, and they are not as romantic and passionate as the French, yet they can become the best employees in the world. For fifty years, I have been sticking to the position that was originally chosen. This kind of patience and perseverance is enough to achieve the most extraordinary life.
Until the climax of the movement, I first understood that the sushi god of sushi in the movie was not just Jiro, but also the people who lived behind the dining table for ten, twenty, thirty years, or even their entire lives. Erlang only combines the ingredients that have already been cooked in the backstage and serves them to customers. "God" is not limited to Erlang. He has expanded to every apprentice who has persisted in this boutique for more than ten years, day after day. I them. The movement came to an abrupt end, but it didn't appear rigid at all, as if there was an endless space, leaving the audience to continue to indulge and imagine in the silence and darkness.
The career path that Erlang has traveled is ordinary and lonely. He may not be smart at all, but he will definitely be successful. I hope that one day I can pay homage to this old man when I travel to the East and have delicious sushi.
There is no doubt that a wonderful documentary is recommended, not a collection.
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