hifalutin

My pals have had a running joke for years that my general culinary proclivities lean rather hifalutin, except for Mountain Dew, which could be considered a glaring anomaly.

No, I mean realism in the hifalutin philosophical sense, which assumes that the world has an objective, physical existence, independent of us, that we can discover through science.

It’s being written about in the sort of hifalutin publications that wouldn’t have smacked Huda Boss with a bargepole, and this has helped to announce Facebook Watch as a going concern.

It is food writer Michael Pollan exploring the evolution of our relationship with food in all manner of hifalutin’ ways.

Spoilers are embargoed until premiere, so I can’t tell you which hifalutin piece of cinema it references in its very first frame, nor how Tara Reid makes her entrance.