Cinema Synergy

Combining moviegoing with appropriate meals increases our pleasure

The standard calendar may identify January as the beginning of the year, but on mine it's always been September, and not just because it meant the purchase of new clothes and school supplies or the reintroduction of schedules and order after three months of largely unstructured idleness. I get excited by the fat newspapers and magazines that arrive with special sections devoted to news of the coming cultural season. The French call September la rentrée, which literally means "coming back," but in affectionate usage might be better translated as "Let's get back down to it!"

For years, September has meant to me the annual cinematic orgy that is the Toronto International Film Festival, the best-run and most accessible film fest I know, where the biggest problem is acknowledging the physical and temporal realities that limit the festivalgoer to four or five movies a day, when the 10-day event programs well over 300 movies (and a cursory read-through of the catalog always yields, in my experience, a hundred pictures I absolutely have to see). One local alternative weekly ended its festival overview with a stern, "Remember: seeing more than three movies a day isn't fair to you or the movies," but who are they kidding? Three movies a day is kid stuff, and not particularly festive.

Alas, despite my penchant for continuing the mood of a movie by dining in a restaurant whose cuisine or ambience has been suggested by what I've just seen, the nonstop Toronto festival schedule doesn't lend itself to anything more gastronomically ambitious than grabbing a pre-made sandwich from the excellent lineup offered at the Bloor Street Diner, conveniently located inside the Manulife Center, where many of the films unspool at an eight-screen multiplex. The festival press office offers a useful list of films broken down by interest -- everything from "animals" (six movies, including the German documentary set in Mongolia The Story of the Weeping Camel, which was the first movie I saw after arriving, and featured the on-screen birth of an albino camel, at which point I knew I was at the Toronto International Film Festival and had left the Summer of Sequels far behind) to "women directors" (49, including two of the best movies I saw there, The Revolution Will Not Be Televised [see Night & Day, Page 26, for more on this title], the amazing documentary about the military coup that toppled Hugo Chavez from the presidency of Venezuela in 2002, and Since Otar Left, a French film set in Russia about how three generations of women deal with life after the male member of their family immigrates to Paris).

Festive Fare: Berkeley's Bar-Ristorante 
Raphael
Anthony Pidgeon
Festive Fare: Berkeley's Bar-Ristorante Raphael

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Raphael Bar Ristorante

2132 Center St.
Berkeley, CA 94704-1304

Category: Restaurant > Italian

Region: Downtown Berkeley

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Funghi trifolati $6.75

Melanzane fritti $6.75

Gnocchi aurora $13.50

Ravioli al funghi $13.50

Brodetto $16.75

Rombo con beschamella $16.75

(510) 644-9500

Open for lunch Monday through Saturday from 11:30 a.m. to 3 p.m.; for dinner Sunday through Thursday from 5:30 to 10 p.m., Friday and Saturday until 11 p.m.

Reservations accepted

Wheelchair accessible

Parking: easy

Noise level: moderate

2132 Center (at Shattuck), Berkeley

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But there's no category titled "food" or "gastronomy," so I patched together my own list: Kitchen Stories, a droll comedy from Norwegian filmmaker Bent Hamer about a quasi-scientific study of kitchen usage; The Green Butchers, a delightful Danish black comedy from one-time Dogme stalwart Anders Thomas Jensen, wherein human flesh tastes like chicken; and Dream Cuisine, a poetic documentary about a 78-year-old Japanese woman who runs a classical Shandong restaurant in Tokyo but wants to return to China, where she learned to cook in her youth. (After seeing Dream Cuisine I managed to extend the reverie by joining friends for our annual lobster-and-crab feast at the Excellent Peking restaurant in Toronto's Chinatown.) These were the obvious titles, but many more included scenes of fasting (the bulimic teenagers of Gus Van Sant's Columbine-inspired Elephant) or feasting (the vacationing friends whose lives revolve around their communal meals in Nos Enfants Chéris -- one of the half-dozen French movies I saw whose plots concern adultery, which began to seem self-parodic).

I have a self-imposed rule at Toronto not to see any movies whose theatrical release is imminent, which precluded, for example, viewing Pieces of April, in which Katie Holmes prepares Thanksgiving dinner for her estranged relatives. I know from long experience that I can't stop seeing movies cold turkey (!) upon my return, so it was delightful to find that I could segue right into some titles slated for the upcoming Mill Valley Film Festival (Oct. 2-12). I surreptitiously brought a baby carnitas burrito from Pancho Villa Taqueria right down the street into the Roxie screening of My Architect (playing at the festival Oct. 4 and 7), an extraordinary documentary by Nathaniel Kahn about trying to discover the truth about the life and art of his father, the visionary architect Louis Kahn, who died when Nathaniel was 11. (The snack would have been more appropriate, I know, for Once Upon a Time in Mexico, aka Act 2 in the Rehabilitation of Johnny Depp, but proximity ruled my choice. And what would be apt for a movie about buildings, anyway? The brief fad for constructing towers of food has pretty much played out.)

One movie seeming like just an appetizer, I took myself to the Metreon to see the delightful Lost in Translation, one of the hits of both Telluride and the Toronto International Film Festival (and not only on the "women directors" list, but as an example, here, of local girl -- Sofia Coppola -- makes good). The game would seem to demand that I eat afterward at a shabu-shabu restaurant, as Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson did (even though Johansson said, "That lunch was the worst!" and Murray replied, "What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?"), but I already had a date to meet a friend at a small place that seemed lost in its own translation from Cajun-Caribbean food to quasi-Italian or who knows what.

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