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Makin’ Gnocchi
From flour to fireworks
Remember that quaint tune, “Makin’ Whoopee?”
No doubt those of you who were born in the Year One, as I was, will recall the song. But, for the young and dumb, think of “makin’ whoopee” as “getting busy,” but in a more wholesome manner. AKA, no penetration. Ergo, it doesn’t hold a candle to “makin’ gnocchi.” Read on, please.
Anyway, my husband and I recently viewed the whole Godfather saga, which is as breathtaking today as it was the first go around. Francis Ford Coppola should be anointed…with something…or at the very least, canonized for creating this masterpiece.
Hubby was initially on the fence about rewatching the third installment, which is now called The Godfather Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone, the name change a result of Francis’s propensity for futzing with his own work after the fact. He tweaked the beginning and end of the film, but the changes were minor and didn’t lessen the overall impact.
There is no question that the finale of the Corleone saga fails to live up to the first two, exquisite films but that said, in this viewer’s opinion, it stands on its own merits.
However, I’m not here to review the film, but to point out one of my favorite, cringe-worthy…
