Word: connoisseuring
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There's plenty of both in this rat-out-of-sewer story, which hits U.S. theaters June 29. For Remy (brightly voiced by comedian Patton Oswalt) is your basic outsider. Even with his family, he felt like a connoisseur among food philistines. They are tough and oafish, satisfied with garbage; he's a devotee of the late, famed chef Gusteau (Brad Garrett) and his mantra, "Anyone can cook." Having lost track of his teeming brood, he arrives at Gusteau's old restaurant, now run by the conniving Skinner (Ian Holm). But Remy's culinary imagination, put into effect by Linguini...
...societies around the world, I ambitiously suggested I visit Apple's favorites. Such a device would allow me to write about our obsession with finding great food in obscure places, I explained, while celebrating the life of one of the best writers on food of recent years-a global connoisseur, whose legendary appetite for everything from Chicago hot dogs to Vietnamese noodles was matched only by his extraordinary expense accounts. Alas, journalists' budgets are a bit tighter these days. For some reason, perhaps related to the fact that Apple's eateries were scattered across South America, Australia, Asia and Europe...
...even today observers in Portsmouth's Prescott Park saw a glimpse of the error screen the campaign currently faces. A modest crowd ("Oh, yeah, I've seen a lot more," said a local connoisseur) milled about while a speaker from a veterans' group tried to gin up some excitement with sheer volume: "Mah-CAIN! Mah-Cain!" he thundered. "We want McCain...
...Perhaps the men who directed her in this period (and all but four of them were over 50) determined that her age was no hurdle at all for Hepburn - that a connoisseur's maturity was needed to appreciate her unique vintage. She was courted on screen by nearly every hunky Hollywood relic until, in The Nun's Story, only God could be her best beau...
Confession of a movie-mad youth: I enjoyed seeing pictures of all kinds, and by my early teens had become a little connoisseur of certain actors, directors and genres-all American, since I was an American kid, and since Hollywood product dominated movie theaters. Then one day, at a Philadelphia art house in early 1959, I saw Ingmar Bergman's The Seventh Seal, and saw the light. The knight playing chess with Death, the panorama of medieval questing and suffering, the clowns and flagellants, all convinced me: this was art! There were movies, I knew, and now... there was film...