The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston is launching a new Cafe Vienna series, doling out rich coffee and miniature sandwiches in a pop-up dining space inspired by the museum's current retrospective on Austrian artist-designer Koloman Moser.
In collaboration with Decorative Center Houston, the MFAH tapped interior designer Punita Valambhia to transform the museum restaurant into a fin-de-siècle European bistro with a contemporary twist. For the next three Mondays, guests can enjoy a small lunch inside the "cafe" followed by private tours of the Moser exhibit . . . all while the building is closed to the public.
"I've tried to evoke the show by concentrating on stripes and geometric patterns, elements that define much of Moser's work," Valambhia tells CultureMap.
"We've taken the silvers and golds and cobalt blues from the show and translated them into the cafe. It's like Koloman is alive and with us today."
A pivotal figure in the proto-modernist Vienna Secession movement (Austria-Hungary's answer to Art Nouveau), Moser would join artist Gustav Klimt and architect Josef Hoffman to create the influential Wiener Werkstätte studios to produce artistically-inspired functional household goods, examples of which are on display in the MFAH exhibition.
Café Vienna will pop up on the lower level of the Beck Building on Oct. 28, Nov. 4 and Nov. 11. Tickets to the event — available on the MFAH website — are $65 each and $55 for MFAH members.
Of all the formulaic movie genres, Christmas/holiday movies are among the most predictable. No matter what the problem is that arises between family members, friends, or potential romantic partners, the stories in holiday movies are designed to give viewers a feel-good ending even if the majority of the movie makes you feel pretty bad.
That’s certainly the case in Oh. What. Fun., in which Michelle Pfeiffer plays Claire, an underappreciated mom living in Houston with her inattentive husband, Nick (Denis Leary). As the film begins, her three children are arriving back home for Christmas: The high-strung Channing (Felicity Jones) is married to the milquetoast Doug (Jason Schwartzman); the aloof Taylor (Chloë Grace Moretz) brings home yet another new girlfriend; and the perpetual child Sammy (Dominic Sessa) has just broken up with his girlfriend.
Each of the family members seems to be oblivious to everything Claire does for them, especially when it comes to what she really wants: For them to nominate her to win a trip to see a talk show in L.A. hosted by Zazzy Tims (Eva Longoria). When she accidentally gets left behind on a planned outing to see a show, Claire reaches her breaking point and — in a kind of Home Alone in reverse — she decides to drive across the country to get to the show herself.
Written and directed by Michael Showalter (The Idea of You), and co-written by Chandler Baker (who wrote the short story on which the film is based), the movie never establishes any kind of enjoyable rhythm. Each of the characters, including competitive neighbor Jeanne (Joan Chen), is assigned a character trait that becomes their entire personality, with none of them allowed to evolve into something deeper.
The filmmakers lean hard into the idea that Claire is a person who always puts her family first and receives very little in return, but the evidence presented in the story is sketchy at best. Every situation shown in the film is so superficial that tension barely exists, and the (over)reactions by Claire give her family members few opportunities to make up for their failings.
The most interesting part of the movie comes when Claire actually makes it to the Zazzy Sims show. Even though what happens there is just as unbelievable as anything else presented in the story, Showalter and Baker concoct a scene that allows Claire and others to fully express the central theme of the film, and for a few minutes the movie actually lives up to its title.
Pfeiffer, given her first leading role since 2020’s French Exit, is a somewhat manic presence, and her thick Texas accent and unnecessary voiceover don’t do her any favors. It seems weird to have such a strong supporting cast with almost nothing of substance to do, but almost all of them are wasted, including Danielle Brooks in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it cameo. The lone exception is Longoria, who is a blast in the few scenes she gets.
Oh. What. Fun. is far from the first movie to try and fail at becoming a new holiday classic, but the pedigree of Showalter and the cast make this dismal viewing experience extra disappointing. Ironically, overworked and underappreciated moms deserve a much better story than the one this movie delivers.
