It would be easy and dismissive to call Eating Raoul a trashy and raunchy comedy that doubles as a social commentary. After watching it again its subtle and creeping genius became more apparent -- deafeningly so by the time the credits rolled.
As a comedy, Eating Raoul is one of the best I've seen. The writing is so simple, and the aloofness and carelessness given off by the characters only adds to the brilliance. A lot of good bits of symbolism as well. Such a silly, charming movie.
Swingers beware! There's a couple squares louring people in with the promise of kinky sex, only to fall victim to death by frying pan! Then they're selling them to a hot blooded, emotional, crazy chicano to be turned into dog food! And it's hilarious! S&M, Cannibalism, Fetishism, Bribery, and Murder never tasted so good...
A witty and multi-layered dark-comedy-cum-slasher-film satirizing capitalism, larking on materialism, and equally farcing sexual adventurism and prudery. Eating Raoul is very funny, the laughs coming from a basic plot for a greater meaning. The final shot is almost surprising in how obvious the storyline ends, making its resolution meaningful and original in how literal and non-deviating it does its narrative arc.
There is something here that is hard to pin down that makes this raunchy raucous of a movie so charming. It lies between the perfect quirky chemistry between the leads and the aloofness of the dialogue. Its between the sexual liberation of the early 80s and the color of the era. The likeability pulses and lives in your laughter. Clut cult cult. So funny!