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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.
Black comedy doesn't get much better than this.
I'll get back into writing more in my next entry, I had an all nighter with a friend and didn't feel like writing much.
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.
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…
One of the weirdest dark comedies I can ever recall watching and a true cult film to the bone.
"La Grande Bouffe" no contexto do american way of life. Incrível como o filme consegue pegar essa referência das comédia italianas mais sujonas só que num ritmo frenético, tornando cada cena quase uma esqueta à parte sem nunca perder o fôlego. Na caricatura consegue encontrar uns caminhos bem autorais mesmo, dignos de um reconhecimento duradouro.
Ugh kinda trash tbh idk
Infinitely charming, Eating Raoul is the perfect mixture of sex and black comedy. The title itself gives plenty away but in a tongue in cheek manner (as opposed to say...the cover to Quarantine).
Paul Bartel is missed.
It seemed like it was playing it a little safe, despite the subject matter. The film is at its best when we see the reactions of the characters the situation (that being slight boredom, and a hint of disappointment). I did love the way the movie beats the audience over the head with food =ing sex over current. But make no mistake Eating Raoul , you'll never hold a candle to another weird as fuck food comedy, that came out that same decade. Unless you decide to kill it and turn it into dog food.
Eating Raoul is a perfect bit of off-beat early 80's dark comedy and I can tell this will only get better and better with subsequent viewings.
I had a dream that this was a Pixar movie directed by Lou Reed. Turns out I wasn't too far off.
The director, Paul Bartel, and his 5-foot-11 star, the innately kinky Mary Woronov, play a couple of prissy squares-the Blands, of Los Angeles- who consider sex disgusting and want to open a nice, clean country restaurant. They raise the money they need by murdering swinging singles; in their eyes these swingers deserve to be punished. This spoofy black comedy is thin-textured and it's sedated; it doesn't have enough going on in it-not even enough to look at. The nothingness of the movie is supposed to be its droll point, but viewers may experience sensory deprivation. With Robert Beltran, who brings some energy to the role of Raoul, Garry Goodrow, and Buck Henry. Written by Richard Blackburn and Bartel.
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