Word: waitering
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...characters are deceptively goofy. There’s the fly-infested beggar, the hunchbacked waiter, the snobbish French man, and the disproportionately small, white-haired nun nodding off at the next table. The scene is also deceptively simple: one bench in a French cafe and the outside world as reflected by the mirror behind it. But the snob has no money, the beggar is just as much a giver as he is a taker, and the old lady is not as saintly as she at first may seem...
...throw guests out of her restaurants for daring to complain, but Garnaut remains formidable. While chatting amiably, her eyes never stop roaming around the spectacular space overlooking Tiananmen Square that houses Capital M. A blown lightbulb is spotted and ordered changed. A faulty fireplace is dealt with. A quivering waiter is asked to recite the list of beers offered by the restaurant (he fails and is sent away with an admonition to do better next time, though not unkindly). The restaurant manager is summoned ("I shouldn't be doing this in front of a reporter," she says, "but I have...
...voices of some regular Indian and Pakistani worshippers without judgment, speculation or high-flown abstraction. He just sets the scene around them, presents some historical background and lets them tell their stories. A prison warden explains how he takes off two months every year to become (along with a waiter, a bus conductor and a man who collects coconut juice) a divinely possessed dancer. A Tibetan monk recalls how he found himself taking up arms against Chinese invaders. A temple dancer - or sacred prostitute, in effect - remembers how her father sold her off to a shepherd, when...
...movie, even the talent of Binoche and the solid cinematography can’t salvage “Paris.” The vignettes about other Parisians are much stronger than Pierre’s scenes, particularly the story of Benoît (Kingsley Kum Abang), a hotel waiter who immigrates to Paris from Cameroon. The images of his dusty village are colorful but forlorn, and his conversations with a supermodel staying at his hotel are rich with political subtext absent from Pierre’s self-indulgent monologues. It’s a shame that Klapisch didn?...
...myself have received charity when I was in need. When I was a student in London, I was working as a waiter at night. When my tutor found out, she submitted my name to the Quakers, and they then sent me a check for 40 pounds, without any strings attached. I thought as a recipient of charity, that this would be a very dignified thing to do for others...