Is this the greatest film ever made? Is Marcel Dalio's performance the louchest in film history?

Drag me Lisette.

The humour here derives from the personal dynamics within the culinary collective, rather than the artistic content itself, namely making music out of food. This Strickland doesn't mock but takes very seriously and I think half the appeal of the film for him was these sequences where he could play around with his actors and the sound and just be fuckin' weird. The rest is a fun and sharp (maybe not as original as the surreal source material might make out) commentary on being in a band and finding your unique voice

I blame Vicki Vale's apartment for my journalism degree

Half watched a putlocker stream of this on my tiny laptop while working the final two hours of a quiet shift between midnight and 2am. 10/10 wouldn't change a thing. still holds up.