One film that is constantly overlooked by the commons, is a sassy little tale written and directed by Peter Greenaway, namely "the Cook, the Thief, his Wife, and her Lover", with assorted menus, brisk drama, debauchery, and cannibalism. Most glorified with the usual array assortment of non-essentials and the most un-triumphant marriage of flavours, still Helen Mirren (her most racy performance) is the most abused item on the menu.
Others, most recognized, one being Tim Roth, who graces our tables today with his outstanding role as Dr. Cal Lightman, plays one of the culinary victims who constantly has a look of dismay. And without a doubt, one of two of the greatest designers on earth, wardrobe is by Jean-Paul Gaultier, who spreads his wings as usual***please, Jean, keep those roller blades at home under lock and key*** producing impeccable work which must have required hours of laborious labor of "manipulations atroces des hauteurs et des incidents" ( highs and lows).
By horse and buggy-in this case "automobiles"- we are swept up, girdle and glee, in search of a prozac-ious display of edibles like no other. And p-l-ease wash your hands after leaving the bathroom Helen, in preparation to consume "cat food for constipated french rabbits" as our host so intimately describes to his abused, two-bit hussy wife. Even with a little nip and tuck the stately noble women of The French Quarter would exclaim, "rubbish, I declare".
What strikes me most about this film is its disambiguation of debauchery as food, adultery, and murder,,,along with a few good recipes. the Cook, the Thief, his Wife, and her Lover will go down in my life-along with food and sex-as one of life's little pleasures
