The Hunt
Mads Mikkelsen in 'The Hunt'

I forgo the free pasta to go see "A Year in Burgundy," pure wine-food-and-travel porn by BBC doc veteran David Kennard, now resident in Mill Valley, who follows famed wine importer Martine Saunier on her frequent visits over the course of the 2011 vintage to colorful family vintners along the 80-mile Burgundy region of France. They include a fourth-generation vintner whose piano-playing supplies much of the score for the film, and the indefatigable, irrepressible grande dame Lalou Bize-Leroy of Domaine Leroy, who wants to "cut out all the cides…herbicide, pesticide, fungicide…which sound like homicide!"

Several multi-course meals (with the appropriate white or red burgundy for each course), lovingly shown in the film, inflame me sufficiently that I rush over to the fancy dinner that sponsor Netflix is throwing for its 200 staffers that are attending the festival. I've missed the first course, but I'm in time for the second: rosy roast pork with a fruit relish, a cheesy potato gratin, and a lot of really lovely roasted vegetables.

I leave just as a rich multi-layered cake is being served, in search of a cup of coffee to keep me awake through the late-night (i.e., 9 p.m.) screening of Thomas Vinterberg's "The Hunt," which I have managed to miss at every festival I've been at since last Labor Day.

By now I pretty much know what the movie is about, but it's still got its surprises, and curly-lipped Mads Mikkelsen, shiny-skinned, shiny-haired, seems to carry his own key light with him. I slightly regret deleting "Hannibal" unwatched from my DVR just before driving up to Sonoma -- but perk up when I remember I can watch it on  You can't miss a thing, these days!