A quest to make a literal pizza topped with licorice...
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I’d like to think I wasn’t the only person who, upon hearing that Paul Thomas Anderson’s new film was called Licorice Pizza, thought the movie might contain a quirky scene involving someone eating a licorice-topped pizza. Watching star Alana Haim glower and giggle through licorice pizza–eating dream girl.
I was sadly mistaken: No one eats licorice, pizza, or any combination thereof at any point in Licorice Pizza. The phrase is actually a slangy way of referring to vinyl records, and it was the name of a record store chain in Southern California that Anderson remembers from his youth. (The store doesn’t appear in the movie either, but the words conjured the vibe he was looking for in a title.)
Once I had this explanation, I probably should have moved on. But some disappointment lingered within me: The idea of licorice pizza had captured my imagination, and I wasn’t ready to let it go. Maybe this was one of these gross-sounding combinations that’s actually gold? I decided to do what anyone in this situation would do: I would obtain—or make myself, if necessary, and it was—and eat my own licorice pizza.
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