Its about a powerful man - who owns a restaurant - and beats his wife - and eats fancy food - and the wife is having an affair with another man - and its sort of a strange post-apocalyptic ugly and bourgeoisie nightmare.
Violent, disgusting, and intense. I will never eat the meal again that I was having while watching.
But, also pretty funny- in a macabre and delirious way.
A few scenes come to mind: the naked couple enters a truck's rear, packed with week-old rotting meat, in the nude. To be hosed slowly later on. Slowly, as the rotten meat had truly attached and stained.
Or:
A man is rubbed in shit, full-frontal nudity and beating - dogs barking and biting and then as before- the shit is slowly hosed away.
A lot of sex and food.
Zizek writes this on fantasy:
"Sex] also needs some phantasmic screen -- . . . any contact with a 'real' flesh-and-blood other, any sexual pleasure that we find in touching another human being, is not something evident but something inherently traumatic, and can be sustained only in so far as this other enters the subject's fantasy-frame. . . . What happens, then, when this screen dissolves? The act turns into ugliness -- even horror."
This film truly embodies the grittiest mucuses, and swollen seafood you could compare and as quick as possible delude in the fantasy of its need to be unreal.
Watch this with your imagination to deny its perverse kernel of truth.
To be blunt, its fucking repulsive.
A favorite sequence:
"When you make out a menu,
how do you price each dish?
I charge a lot for anything black.
Grapes, olives, blackcurrants.
People like to remind themselves of death,
eating black food is like consuming death,
like saying, "Death, I'm eating you."
Black truffles are the most expensive. And caviar.
Death and birth.
The end and the beginning.
Don't you think it's appropriate
that the most expensive items are black?
We also charge for vanity."
