The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover
Directed by Peter Greenaway
800!! Honestly, I would rather talk about this milestone than this disgusting movie. Yay, 800! I can't believe I have written about 800 movies! Yay...okay, I guess I can't milk that for very long. Ugh, let's get on with it...
A brutish English gangster, Albert Spica, takes over Le Hollandais restaurant. He dines there often with his cronies, bringing along his frequently abused wife. I still can't get over the fact that this man played Dumbledore. I believe his character is the reincarnated spirit of Frank Booth. Anyway, his wife has an affair with a bookshop owner and surprisingly, things get even grosser.
Ugh, what happens to the bookshop owner...as a reader, that shook me to my core. Obviously, this was an absolute horror to sit through; I suppose it is up to us to decide if it was worth it. I really don't think so. I felt like I was watching Blue Velvet again, although at least in this film, the wife does take some sort of stand against the abuse. Well...kind of. I think it is possible to have a visceral movie experience without fecal material involved.
Definitely not for people with weak stomachs, although that makes it sound like you're chickening out if you don't want to endure this Rabelaisian nightmare. How about, definitely not for people with stomachs?
The tracking shot from the restaurant to the toilet is supposed to be symbolic of the way food travels through the digestive tract. Ew.