Jeremy Renner in a Bourne Movie? Yes, Please

I love movies, and predictably, my favorite movies are those that take me somewhere more exciting than a movie studio in southern California. Action movies get the nod as my favorite genre (along with period pieces or foreign movies that require me to read subtitles), and shallow though it may be, I’m also a big fan of chiseled abs and smoldering eyes. Exotic locales + action and suspense + chiseled abs = The Bourne Series. For me, there’s no better way to laze away a Sunday afternoon (though Bond is a close second) than with Jason Bourne and good old Pamela Landy.

So I was pretty sad devastated utterly crushed when I heard that Matt Damon wouldn’t be coming back for the fourth movie, and I was reluctant to accept Jeremy Renner as his replacement, though I loved him in The Hurt Locker.  But I’m happy to report, that Aaron Cross is pretty much as badass as Jason Bourne, fighting off a frothing-at-the-mouth wolf and driving a motorcycle like a madman. I’m not sure yet if he’s more of a badass than JB, though; another installment will reveal all.

Pamela Landy does make an appearance (“Get some rest, Pam; you look tired”) and it also co-stars one of my girl crushes, Rachel Weisz, along with the ever-talented Ed Norton. Even though I was completely entertained, I found it a little bit less Bourne-esque than the first three, a little flat – especially the first third of the way through – but I still think it’s worth seeing. Of course, if you’re in America, you’ve probably already seen it, back in July when it was released. (Where’s the love for France, Hollywood?)

All in all, it was a nice way to spend a rainy Friday night. I was a little homesick that day, and something about seeing a Bourne movie made me feel like I was a tiny bit closer to my cozy couch on Guerrero Street in San Francisco.  Though, casting note: I would have felt much better with more shirtless scenes. Especially if they could’ve arranged a three-way shirtless spy fight with Jeremy Renner, Matt Damon, and Daniel Craig. Somebody get on that, would you?

*PS: Yes, I know I used almost the same headline in the previous post, but it worked, you know? So I used it again.

Pozzetto Caffé, Paris: Yes, Please

I’m in love with Pozzetto’s creamy, authentic, Italian-style gelato. And by “in love” I mean that every day at the end of yoga when I’m supposed to be meditating on my mat, I’m really thinking about how long it will take me to shower so I can get to Pozzetto. Chocolat noisette is the juggernaut, the flavor you absolutely, positively HAVE to try, and it’s basically like a colder, creamier more delicious version of Nutella. I also love their lait frais et crème (vanilla) and pistachio. And right now, they have the thing I’m craziest about: fresh figs in their own creamy version of fig yogurt. Let that sink in for a moment: Fresh. Fig. Yogurt. But if you’re not into those, don’t worry; they have plenty of other flavors in the form of gelato, sorbet, and yogurt.

Their coffee is also supposed to be amazing, but I’m not sure I could ever go there without getting gelato. Perhaps in the winter months.  But don’t think I haven’t already fretted over the cold weather and what that will mean to my daily intake of chocolat noisette.

Without a doubt, one of my favorite places in Paris. Don’t bother getting gelato anywhere else. (Unless it’s Italy.)

{Pozzetto Café ~ 39, rue du Roi de Sicile}

PS: Writing on photos: yay or nay? I like the look on other blogs and thought perhaps PVL could use some sprucing up.

Midnight Special

In case you were wondering what people eat as a midnight snack in France, now you know: cheese.* If real French people don’t eat this, I can only imagine it’s because the cigarettes have stunted their appetites so severely that dairy doesn’t even appeal to them anymore.

I’d like to tell you precisely what kind of cheese this is, but I can’t; I got it to this hacked-up-with-a-spoon, Nutella-on-the-wrapping-paper stage you see in the picture (over two nights) and then immediately took it to the trash can so I wouldn’t eat it all and I forgot to get the deets. Because that’s how “French” I am now – I just eat cheese with reckless abandon, in complete ignorance of what it is and where it’s from. If I’d bought this at a fine fromagerie (and I did not, unless you consider the Franprix a fine fromagerie) I would’ve asked a few questions. Instead, I just gauged The Smell Index against several others and chose this one.

One last point of information: before it hit the poubelles, this cheese was sitting next to the only other two things in my refrigerator: a can of Leffe beer and Activia yogurt.

Please. Send. Greens.

*Truth be told, I prefer Pringles to cheese for midnight snacking, but I’m fresh out.

Downton Abbey: How Did I Ever Live Without You?

Last week, I bought season one of Downton Abbey and I’ll make no secret of it: my life was changed. The incomparable Dowager Countess, Lady Violet. The ever-solid Bates. Beautiful Mary and the Turk. William, the loyal footman. Evil Thomas. Hideous Edith, bless her heart. Elizabeth McGovern’s puzzling combo accent of American pouty and British. And quite possibly the love of my life, the incredible Matthew Crawley.  I watched devoured every episode in two days (between midnight and 3 am) and promptly bought season two just a couple of days ago. Now, I’m down to the last two episodes (not including the Christmas special) of season two and I’m feeling slightly twitchy and panicked about what will happen after watching them; some sources say season three is coming in September, some say January. How can we be expected to wait so long?  What will I do? How will I sleep at night? What will become of me?

So for the first time in five days, I’m not watching Downton Abbey at 1 am, I’m blogging about Downton Abbey at 1 am. I’m holding off on watching any more because I can’t bear the thought of being done with it for months.

If you’ve never watched, I ask you—nay, I implore you—to watch these videos below, a compilation of the best Lady Violet moments. If you’re able to resist the haughty charm and quippy one-liners of Maggie Smith as Lady Violet, then your British pop-culture heart is surely made of stone. If you’re a fan already and you haven’t seen these, you’ll love them, and you’ll also love Jimmy Fallon’s version of Downton Sixbey at the end.

Watch the videos. Please. In these trying, Downton-less times, we can’t be picky about where we get our DA fix. Perhaps if I were Italian, this hiatus would be easier, because as Lady Violet reminds us: “In these moments, you can normally find an Italian who isn’t too picky.” (Moment #9 in the first “Top 10 Maggie Moments.”)