You knew it was only a matter of time before a movie was made about the arduous journey to becoming a master sommelier. The first thing we need to do is take a step back and ask ourselves why on God’s earth should we even care? It’s not like these people are racing to find a cure for cancer or training to do battle with terrorists. (Yes, I do realize the same applies to journalists.) But even at a restaurant, how often do you meet a sommelier, let alone a master sommelier, and would it have made a difference to your meal in the slightest?
And yet I want to see this film.
There was actually a good writeup in the Washington Post two years ago about the lovely Kathryn Morgan, the master sommelier at Citronelle (she was, at the time, one of only sixteen female master sommeliers in the world). On the few occasions I’ve met Kathryn, she couldn’t have been any more unassuming. She was informative and helpful, but not pushy. (If it were me, I’d be in full regalia, cup around the neck and all.)