Four successful middle-aged men Marcello, a pilot; Michel, a television executive; Ugo, a chef; and, Philippe, a judge go to Philippe’s villa to eat themselves to death. After the first night, Marcello insists that women should join them.
Indulging in excessive eating this holiday season? Here’s a cure! (You’ve been warned.) Marco Ferreri’s justifiably notorious feast film is a cult classic of culinary cinema. But don’t think you’ll end up ordering take out by the end—things get weird, fast. Starring Mastroianni and Piccoli.
A timely seasonal warning about the dangers of over indulgence? Black humour amidst a lot of food, especially game birds and deserts in the grande french tradition. And sex. Flatulance be damned, that's just Le Mistral ...
This is not everybody's cup of tea because it's not at all funny. Just the opposite. You may call it bizzarre, grotesque, surreal, absurd, perverse, obscene, tasteless. And, yes, it is true; all of it. But still this movie is great. It is satire at it's best; a parable designed to illustrate that greed, hedonism, all kind of excesses (money, fame) along with poor, low morale will doom us to destruction. Masterpiece.
Un capolavoro. Descrizione di una borghesia disgustosa che distrugge per il puro gusto di consumare tutto quello che per loro è accessibile. Idea di partenza fortissima (quasi bunuelliana), messa in scena perfetta e un cast di fenomeni (c'è Mastroianni, pochi cazzi, quando c'è lui in scena è tutta un'altra musica). Nel finale si trasforma quasi in un incubo alla De Sade. Stupendo. 5*
It's the Marquis de Sade played for laughs. If that whets your appetite then you are in for a treat. I adore this film for all its unbridled, lubricious, orgiastic revelry that hides a darkly satirical heart - just like the obscene pate creation by which one of the cast finds his nirvana, this film is one to be devoured until you are full to bursting. And then devoured some more!