Great food movies come along about once a decade.
2007 brought us Ratatouille, but before that you have to go back to the mid-nineties for such gems as Eat Drink Man Woman and Big Night.
2012 brings us Jiro Dreams of Sushi — a movie that operates as a character study and a rumination on everything from dedicated craftsmanship, to family dynamics to an elegy on a disappearing way of life.
It is also food porn at the highest level, and a movie so mouth-watering that you will leave the theater wondering what you ever saw in a California roll.
If matters hold true to form, as a beautifully crafted, thought-provoking movie, it will be at the Regal Village 8 Theaters for one week at the most. Meaning: you will have until this Friday to catch it on the big screen.
One would think every food lover, sushi lover, Japanese food lover, chef or foodie in town would be beating a path to watch it.
Instead, the screening we went to on Friday night had maybe twenty people in the place.
And you wonder why ELV is slowly giving up on Las Vegas ever having a food culture worth talking about (0r to)?