Been stoking the furnace non-stop, seven days a week, for the last couple of weeks so I decided to knock off around seven. After all, it was Friday Movie Night at Casa de las Rocas Grande. I plunked on the couch along with Mrs TWC, Sonny Boy, The House Blond, Blackie, Daisy, Leo and a bottle of 2001 Manyana to take in the latest incarnation of Zorro on Mrs TWC's hang-on-the-wall TV.
We were excited. I mean, how can you miss? Antonio Banderas. Catherine Zeta-Jones. California's fabulous Zorro legend, which was drawn from the Curse of Capistrano. How can you miss? The promise of two hours of romance, drama, and the thrill that old guys feel when childhood heroes are resurrected. They missed. Avoid this clinker like the plague. I kept looking at Mrs TWC and mouthing you bought this? She kept shrugging and grimacing and mouthing stuff back like I didn't know.
Historically inaccurate and saddled with idiotic writing on a par with any Power Rangers movie, this ghastly movie played well with the under-10 crowd, but it is so, well, stupid, that suspension of disbelief, the key to any enjoyable movie experience, is impossible. Legend of Zorro is a perfect illustration of style without a dime's worth of substance. Any and every B&W Zorro episode was done better than this flick, so no more rock throwing at 1950's TV.
The reason Hollywierd continues to make crappy movies is because you can't get your money back. You open up the sour cream and find mold, the store takes it back. Buy a camera at Costco that malfunctions, you get your money back. Pay to see a movie that sucks, well, like Stevie Crown says, ya pays yer money and ya takes yer chances.
I suspect that the name Manyana is Anglicized to appeal to our romanticized vision of a warm Spanish afternoon spent gazing at the garden surrounding the courtyard fountain with the azure sea just visible beyond the wrought iron gate, glass of the red nearby.
This Spanish Tempranillo is a sleeper. It's a great bargain and you should be able to pick some up for under $10.00. Pay no attention to the hologram label featuring a hammock on the beach that seems to change from chick to guy and back again. That gimmick is just that, don't shy away from the wine out of kitchy label fear.
The Manyana had more of the feel of a good Chianti than a Tempranillo (tem-prah-knee-yo). Medium bodied, deep red, with a nice balance of fruit and acid. Definitely a keeper and as TWC is fond of remarking, I've had wines that cost two and three times as much as this one that weren't nearly as good.
The wine will be excellent with pastas, pizza, empanadas, and most Mediterranean style dishes.
Now back to the grindstone for me (no rest for the wicked).