Consumerism at its satirical yummiest. A bunch of rich people decide to eat and fuck themselves to death. Food and Sex: the movie, where people get stuffed in more ways than one. Gives new meaning to the term ‘food porn’

The Arrow blu cover where the girls hair looks like spaghetti is pretty great, Actually all the posters for this are great.

Ferreri's take on the by-then imminent decay of society thanks to consumerist capitalism. It was very smart to place food as the element that represents any kind of good in an excessive abundance. Also, the main roles are juxtapositions of representations of various social classes, showing that we are in the same possibility of having the same useless and depraved inclinations. The core, as Biblically cited, is vanity, but even water in excess provokes death. The shit, the farts, the vomit and the whores are naturally the result of vanity; that's what life becomes after a while.

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
Even wanting to be Marlon Brando is vanity.

98/100

Food and Sex: the movie, where people get stuffed in more ways than one.

It's like if Pasolini's Salo had a baby with a great episode of Bourdain...and then that baby ate itself.

89

I was unprepared for the amount of flatulence. A man literally farts himself to death, and I am left without words to properly describe this.

Warning :- People who are narrow minded/conservative/old school should avoid this movie/Review.
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> Imagine Bunuel made a slasher film albeit brimming two cardinal sins gluttony and adultery.

> 95 % of the time this movie really turned me on, i intend to try some of the techniques once i get married.#honest

> the other 5 %, well one cannot help but feel repulsed(hehe)

> Andréa Ferréol at the age of 26 in her film debut looks like a foxy lady!

> Can you imagine seeing Guido wearing a captain's hat in the freezer(sort of) lmao

>This is what rich buggers do when they have more than enough dough and time.

> This movie will make you smack your lips in drool at the feast on the tables and other things (buhaha)

My least favorite Ferreri film, I get what he aimed for here and that’s cool, satirizing consumerism and the downfall of the bourgeoisie blah blah, for a momment there I felt he was trying to make a Pasolini film, and all that is ok, is actually good... but all that farting man!! Just an unnecessary amount of farting, like farting to death... add that to the 1000 ways to die show.... and much like a lost fart in the wind... this movie didn’t stay with me all that much...

Hedonistische Wohlstandspathologie

Lange bevor sich Lars Eidinger Würste in den Po steckte, um so unsere Konsumgesellschaft zu kritisieren, drehte Marco Ferreri diesen Film über vier gut-situierte Männer, die dem Leben überdrüssig beschließen sich zu Tode zu fressen.
Dabei ist es die historische Distanz zwischen damals und heuten die den Film so faszinierend macht. Man fragt sich beim Gucken durchgehend, wie solch ein gemeinsames "Gewollt-Untergehen" heutzutage aussehen würde - allein der Idee sich in einem unbewohntem Stadthaus mit Delikatessen (hier gibt es kein Fast Food!) zu suizidieren, haftet etwas seltsam-antiquiert Romantisches an, nur um im nächsten Moment festzustellen, dass der Körper- und Sittenverfall heute wohl genauso verlaufen würde.

BIZZZARRRE

The only Marco Ferreri films I've seen are this one and "Dillinger is Dead", and I'm eager to see the rest. I don't know why he is not as celebrated as many of his contemporaries from the same era. This film was stark, but also genuinely sensuous and joyful at times, balanced on top of ultimate bleakness. It was satirical without being detached, depicting privilege by placing us as an accomplice at times. Great film, lots of gross shit (literally). In the current Covid19 pandemic, I imagine many of the characters's real-life counterparts have absconded to seclusion much in the same way

WTF did i just watch!

Just a bunch of French people eating and shagging for two hours and ten minutes, really. Nice house though.

The passage of time has necessarily blunted a good part of the film's edges, creating lulls and voids in dramaturgy which might have been par for the course. Yet, there's something eerily prescient about rich assholes and their petty bourgeoisie-hanger-ons holing themselves up in a mansion for a suicide by consumption. A meandering satire turned into a swan song for the future, watched from a point in history when we can experience shit hitting the fan in real-time on our news feeds.

sinossi:
immaginate una puntata di bake off dove ernest knam insegna ad impastare la pasta brisè con letteralmente il culo di un'avvenente signorina in carne