Synopsis
Lust...Murder...Dessert. Bon Appetit!
The wife of an abusive criminal finds solace in the arms of a kind regular guest in her husband's restaurant.
1989 Directed by Peter Greenaway
The wife of an abusive criminal finds solace in the arms of a kind regular guest in her husband's restaurant.
Richard Bohringer Michael Gambon Helen Mirren Alan Howard Tim Roth Ciarán Hinds Liz Smith Gary Olsen Ewan Stewart Roger Ashton-Griffiths Ian Dury Diane Langton Prudence Oliver Ron Cook Emer Gillespie Janet Henfrey Willie Ross Roger Lloyd Pack Alex Kingston Bob Goody Paul Russell Arnie Breeveld Tony Alleff Ian Sears Peter Rush Pauline Mayer Ben Stoneham Andy Wilson John Mullis Show All…
Kokken, tyven, hans kone og hendes elsker, O Cozinheiro, o Ladrão, Sua Mulher e o Amante, Kuchař, zloděj, jeho žena a její milenec, Le cuisinier, le voleur, sa femme et son amant, Der Koch, der Dieb, seine Frau und ihr Liebhaber, The Cook, the Thief, His Wife and Her Lover, A szakács, a tolvaj, a felesége és a szeretője
Intense violence and sexual transgression Humanity and the world around us cannibals, gory, gruesome, graphic or shock violence, shock, disturbing, brutal or graphic sex, sexuality, relationships, erotic or feelings sexuality, sex, disturbed, unconventional or challenging horror, creepy, eerie, blood or gothic Show All…
I don't know if I need to discuss the politics at the heart of the film or not, so I will address them really quickly at the start and then move on to a purely aesthetic analyses of the film. The movie can easily be looked at as a reaction to Thatcherism and the consumer culture created under her conservative regime. The political allegory isn't even thinly veiled and Greenaway doesn't shy away from showing what he thinks of the key players (there is literal "cannibalism" in the film). The movie isn't just about Thatcherism (or Reaganism or any other "ism"s for that matter), it works as an critique of western values and us as people in general; we only…
"What you've got to realize is that the clever cook puts unlikely things together, like duck and orange, like pineapple and ham. It's called 'artistry'. You know, I am an artist the way I combine my business and my pleasure: Money's my business, eating's my pleasure and Georgie's my pleasure, too, though in a more private kind of way than stuffing the mouth and feeding the sewers, though the pleasures are related because the naughty bits and the dirty bits are so close together that it just goes to show how eating and sex are related. Georgie's naughty bits are nicely related, aren't they, Georgie?"
Five notions come to mind, almost immediately, when I begin to think about The Cook,…
this is the grossest movie i've ever watched and i've seen the human centipede three times
it got the stinky, it got the smelly, it got the sexy, it got the poopy, it got helen mirren’s full bush? that’s gonna be a five stars from sarah squirm industries LLC
***One of the best 150 films I have ever seen.***
As any brilliant avant-garde film, Peter Greenaway's absolute masterpiece is an attack to the senses. This attack, however, has the sensual danger of awakening the most primitive instincts of the human being. It has always been interesting to notice Greenaway's past focus on architectonic stillness and provocative imagery with symbolic representations. This film is no exception. Conglomerating bizarre elements and a literally unbeatable sense of humor that abounds in cleverness and intellectualism, this groundbreaking story has obviously received a mixed balance of positive and negative reviews. For those who can grab a book and read between lines, for those who appreciate Ernest Hemingway and Wim Wenders, for those who have…
Brutalised. Ravaged. Treated like property and unable to escape her husband's stranglehold. The inevitability of bruises and abuses hovers over her hollow existence, ready to strike down on her any and every time. Right under her monster's nose does she find her spots of rendezvous; making her what-could-have-been a temporary reality.
Fleeting glimpses into the romantic and the ordinary as the sole source of her escapism. Doomed sprinkles of warmth and lust refusing to submit to overwhelming odds of mortal harm once the secret comes out. The fact that their little paradise was not eternal was never in question. But when it came crashing down, it stung despite its inevitability.
One of the most exquisitely shot films that I've ever…
“It's called artistry. I'm an artist, the way I combine my business and my pleasure.”
Peter Greenaway’s The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover is the kind of film that’s just breathtakingly immaculate in every possible way; from a brilliant screenplay, to absolutely gorgeous set design and costuming, elegant cinematography, and amazingly impassioned performances that all lead to something completely delectable and beautiful. Its pure delicate dedication to the craft and attention to detail make for such wonderful, perfectly refined filmmaking that few movies can ever seem pull off so magnificently, and I just adore every part of this flawless film so much.
I was not prepared for this hyper-stylized satirical tour de force of food, sex, artistry, and excrement.
"Now, you behave yourself in the future and pay for what I ask you or next time I'm gonna make you eat your own shit."
There were so many times when this poster on Letterboxd of Helen Mirren looking sexy caught my attention, along with that long obscure title. Right from the start the intense avant-garde style of my first Peter Greenaway film caught me off guard, and I would not recommend going into it blind.
Similar to a film like 'Dogville', you can tell 'The Cook, the Theif, His Wife & Her Lover is taking place on a set and has the feel…
what a wonderful film… remind me never to eat again.
to start, although starting seems impossible, i will ask the question: what would your initial instinct be when seeing an old woman crossing the road in a sloth-like manner before your car - as well as being when you’re in a hurry?
if you’re like me, and i’m sort of hoping you are, you’d be a bit irked in the least. this is where ‘The Cook’, as i will call it for the sake of spelling out that name each time, makes its entrance.
Greenaway looks us in the face and asks us these questions over.. and over.. and over for two whole hours. he forces us to look upon…