A tasty comedy of bad manners.
A relatively boring Los Angeles couple discover a bizarre, if not murderous way to get funding for opening a restaurant.
When I was a kid, my father kept a small collection of VHS tapes tucked away in a bureau drawer and hidden from the rest of the family. The cassettes were worn and weathered, their clamshell cases festooned with “BE KIND, REWIND” stickers and the leftover residue of peeled-off labels; in other words, each videotape carried all the familiar hallmarks of a clearance sale purchase from our local Mom & Pop rental store. I have only faint and fuzzy memories of the movies my father kept secreted away in that bureau drawer: S.O.B., Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins, Screwballs… and Eating Raoul. I remember harboring a weird, borderline illicit fascination with that film’s handdrawn box art: the white-and-yellow checkerboard background; the…
Paul Bartel’s underrated comedy gem Eating Raoul is an unflinching, black as night satire about the sexual delirium, pecuniary obsession, and hedonistic Zeitgeist of 1980s America, appropriately set in the sweltering, decadent metropolis of Los Angeles, California. It’s relentless in its farcical portrayal of societal atrophy that I liken to a classic Tex Avery skit given a feature length runtime and filmed in live action, where all the men are Big Bad Wolves and all the women are Red Hot Riding Hoods. This is my first foray into Bartel’s scathing, gag-filled, politically incorrect works and I am pleased to say that it delivers the goods and the laughs in generous abundance.
Bartel teams with Mary Woronov of Chelsea Girls fame…
Why don't you go to bed, honey? I'll bag the Nazi and straighten up.
A black comedy that is as dark, smart and witty as it is cheap, sleazy and vulgar. Paul Bartel pulls off directing this ludicrous film making it memorable simply because it actually satires something in America's fascination and disgust with sexual liberation, 80s obsession with success and then tops it off with a few jabs at racism.
Bartel directs from a script he co-wrote with Richard Blackburn. It plays on Bartel's strengths as an actor and that is deadpan humor filled with one liners from beginning to end. More people would realize just how smart this film is if it wasn't so expertly disguised in filth. Unfortunately I've come to realize that I've only seen Robert Beltran in one other thing, and I kept having flashbacks to Star Trek: Voyager during the film. Chakotay was up to no good in his early years.
Well, that was...interesting. I'm all for a good black comedy, especially one that involves killing swingers for money and selling the bodies to a taco stand, but with Eating Raoul, I just could not get past the performances of the leads and most of the swinger cameos (although Robert Beltran as Raoul himself did a fine job). Unless the dialogue and wooden acting were meant to be intentionally campy (as some of the set-pieces and gags clearly implied), it was just grating to hear characters spout a line of exposition for the sole reason of bridging a cut ("Look, a wallet!" - cut to a close-up of the character picking up a wallet; or, saying "James" eight times in the…
Delightfully sexy and silly, this film is a bizarre delight. God, such an antidote to the bad horror blues, and I wouldn't've watched it if it hadn't been misclassified as horror. It's dark comedy and possibly satirical (or maybe just absurd). It really nails how absurdity can make villain-protagonists palatable. Of course, there's a contrast between our Bland murderers and their comrade/enemy Raoul, but no one in this film is anything but a bad person in some way. Still, there is something endearing about how the Blands sleep with stuffed animals/wine bottles, in separate beds, and to be honest, something sexy about Mary in general.
the lengths people will go to so they can start a restaurant.....
EATING RAOUL is a movie so genial and light that it obscures what a dark premise it has. It is also very amusing, driven primarily by the squareness of the our heroes.
Paul and Mary Bland are a loving yet chaste couple who need to raise money to buy the business of their dreams. When an agressive swinger accidentally enters their apartment they accidentally kill him. Realizing that all swingers are deviant and loaded with cash, the Blands realize they have discovered the path to their dreams.
Both Woronov and Bartel are great giving some believability to the adsurdity. There is a sweetness to their devotion to each other that allows this movie to transcend its limitaions.
Cheaply made yet smartly written, this a classic of early ip's independent cinema.
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Raoul gets eaten.
Bizarre, low-budget madness. Skewers swingers and squares alike. It's amazing the lengths to which perverts needed to go before the internet...
It looks cheap, dated and feels like one of those direct to DVDs films that you would find on a rack at a liquor store, but boy do I love it.
It's so gleefully absurd that even the most despicable things the characters do are forgiven and evoke laughs rather than gasps. Even our leads are pretty terrible people but it actually manages to create sympathetic characters out of them and you want then to just want them to get their restaurant!
I blindly bought this at a used book store, fittingly enough and I thought I'd give it a shot because I had seen it on criterion and I don't regret it. Truly the most I've laughed at a film this year save for The Nice Guys
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So a few years back, I was perusing the internet for a movie to find, and came across a film I haven't heard of with an interesting title and poster. I didn't know anyone in it, what the plot was, or really much context for what I was about to see. When I saw a lady pour ketchup on her milkshake in the opening montage describing L.A., I knew I was in for something special. Something called Eating Raoul.
Paul and Mary Bland are an innocent couple with aspirations to escape their mundane lives selling wine and nursing others, except they're in the city of L.A, a cesspool full of sexual deviants and corrupt dog food manufacturers, and cannot afford…
A cheeky comedy about a married couple that dream of opening their own high class restaurant out in the country. Unfortunately they are high on dreams, and short on cash. They are also squares or prudes. They are disgusted by the sexual liberation and perversion of their low-rent neighbors. There is a swingers club in an apartment down the hall.
Much by accident they kill a swinger that is attempting to rape the lady. The couple notices that the man has a good deal of cash in his wallet. They try and do the right thing, but this same situation happens again the next night. Again the lady is sexually assaulted, and again they have to kill the man. Furthermore,…
Weird, but surprisingly captivating.
Mountain Brook really is a horrible wine.
It's not that I think swingers are depraved. They just annoy me.
recommend shit to me, please! esp. little known sleazy stuff
UPDATED: June 23, 2016
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