My taste is relatively light, and I can't eat spicy food very much, maybe that's the case, so my sense of taste is more sensitive and I can pick up the complex flavors in the food. Many meaningful things in my life will be remembered along with the taste. For example, the deepest impression of a certain place is not the scenery seen, but the food that has happened and the people I have seen. The taste was recorded. Because the scenery I have seen will be like a painting, and it may stay on that wall forever; people who have eaten together may one day become passers-by A and B, but the taste of tasting together is like being left behind after being electrocuted. Like scars, it will always remain in the body and in the blood.
I finally downloaded this film online today. Although most of the dialogue in the film is in Greek and there are no subtitles, the actors' wonderful performance and excellent soundtrack are enough for me to taste it.
Synopsis of the story:
No matter how strong the barriers of race and religion are, they cannot resist the offensive of color and aroma of a feast. Vanness is a Greek-born man living in Istanbul. His childhood world was full of all kinds of spices. The spice shop run by his grandfather was a treasure trove of dreams, full of surprise and joy. When I was a child, I either followed my grandfather to taste the local delicacies, or I played with the little girl of indigenous origin, Shan Mei. However, the war between Turkey and Greece torn apart the ethnic group interrupted everything, and Vanis, who grew up in Istanbul, was forced to move his family to the hometown of his nationality, Athens. Because on the political stamp they belong to different races.
The family was then deported back to Greece. Facing Athens, the Vanness family did not feel at home, and the distrustful eyes around them made the family even more confused, absurd and playful with sadness. Vanness chooses to hide in the kitchen and practice her grandfather's spice philosophy, adding food to her memory. Unexpectedly, the greedy Fanis actually trained in the brothel to cook. Although the food was good, I always felt it was lacking. The expectation of Grandpa's visit and the longing for Sammy gradually buried in the bottom of Vanessa's mind as time passed. Until he grew up to be an astrophysicist, on the eve of leaving the United States, a phone call reminded him of his 'hometown' Istanbul.
It turned out that every time Grandpa had the opportunity to visit them, it was always by accident. Until the last time, my grandfather had a stroke and was hospitalized on the way to the airport. The middle-aged Farnes, for the sake of his grandfather and for the original taste, finally returned to Istanbul to search for it. When the hometown has become another country, and the child companion is married as a married woman, these stagnations can be eliminated, and the hatred between the family and the country for thousands of years will be gradually resolved. The childhood lover has a husband and children, but childhood feelings have always haunted him. Watching his lover's family board the plane, he came to his grandfather's spice shop in a lost spirit. In the old attic, he blew the spice powder, and in the dreamlike dust dancing in the wind, he forgot all his troubles.
The Middle East in my impression is such a place with complex tastes. Complicated history, complicated politics, complicated culture and complicated spices, everything is mixed in that land between Europe and Asia. In Istanbul-Blue Mosque, behind the chanting sound from the top of the tower, there is a soundtrack that is sometimes melodious, sometimes sad, sometimes passionate, sometimes psychedelic, which completely fits my imagination of that Islamic world. From the movie, I can see the taste, it flows through the whole body with the blood: it is commitment, faith, nation, country, family, love, time, waiting...
taste, it is actually very difficult to use Expressed in words or words, it can only stay in everyone's memory, just like in my memory - the meals cooked by my parents, the cantaloupe in the old town of Kashgar, the vinegar fish by the West Lake, the sour bean juice in Houhai, the Muslim Street The mutton steamed buns, the durian ice cream next to the University of Macau, the navel oranges on Qiandongnan Road, the black tea after reaching the top of Poon Hill, the beer from the Himalayas, the Massla Tea when looking at the Taj Mahal, and the hot ginger tea by the Nanxun River...
It is not so much the unforgettable taste, but it is because the memory has become the taste; as long as you live in a simple life, you can taste the complex taste.
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