La Grande Bouffe (1973) - Footage Included
La Grande Bouffe
My mouth began watering when John Doe asked me to post some film reviews while he's Gone Hollywood, so of course, first up, I'm indulging my taste for that which needs to be acquired. They don’t make films like this anymore: a gastronomic, carnal descent loaded with witticism and laced with cynicism, or a brilliant satire on bourgeoisie apathy and contempt. Either way Marco Ferreri’s squid ink comedy La Grande Bouffe (1973) is a rich, savoury dish unto its bitter self.
Four affluent middle-aged men arrange a weekend of utter indulgence; primarily the consumption of food, but sex rears its urgent head from time to time. They’ve had enough, disgusted with their lot, intent only on the devouring of the culture that has made them who they are. You are what you eat, more or less.
The pilot, Marcello (Marcello Mastrioanni), the chef Ugo (Ugo Tognazzi), the TV producer Michele (Michel Piccoli) and the judge Philippe (Philippe Noiret) leave their high-paying jobs and arrive at a quaint, somewhat disheveled, mansion in the Parisian hinterland that lonely Philippe has inherited. It is here that the four men will retire, psychologically and physically. The ample food begins to arrive by truck, sides of lamb and venison, whole pigs, fowl upon fowl upon fowl upon fowl.
La Grande Bouffe is a French/Italian co-production. The title doesn’t translate accurately into English; "The Big Eat" is about as close as you’ll get (in the UK it is sometimes known as The Big Blow-Out). It is a highly unusual film in that it plays with so many of the Euro conventions of the period; the male chauvinism, the intellectual volleying, the artistic attention to detail, and the boundary-pushing marinade of sex and food, life and death.
It’s a very small ensemble cast, impeccably chosen; from the four leads, curiously each using their own real name, to the plump schoolteacher, to the three leggy women of ill repute. The male pigs pig themselves, they snort, grunt and fart, and generally wallow in self-pity, moral debauchery, and the cuisine of the aristocracy. The school teacher is surprisingly engaged by the whole gluttonous affair. The prostitutes, on the other hand, quickly become ill, rather than sated, and eventually bail.
Only fitting then that the final dish of the day is a massive mixed pâté (goose, chicken and duck); a temple of foie gras sludge on the large kitchen table, where chef Ugo steadily ingests, with the handy assistance of Andrea whom adds a decadent tug. If you’re gonna expire excessively, one might as well expire at the peak of pleasure, if you get my priapic drift.
La Grande Bouffe is one of those movies you’ve heard about but never seen. Its cult following has been further fuelled by the fact that it is a hard film to come by. VHS and DVD copies are a rarity (the out of print copies that surface from time to time on ebay can fetch up to $US100). Still, it is a film to be savoured, perhaps not as much as a foodie flick (one that makes you want to indulge the pantry immediately after viewing), but more so as a cinephilic decadent curio about art, sex and consumption.
The movie’s wry wit captured beautifully in the screenplay by Ferreri, Rafael Azcona and Francis Blanche is something to be eaten like a sweet delicacy. Swirl its themes around inside your mind as if it were the finest Belgian chocolate melting upon your tongue. Treat the tone like it was a truffle-streaked bowl of tagliatelle. Ponder the ambiguity with the sharp tang of a fruity tart. Devour the lushness with little regard to its grim, surrealist denouement.
Yes, La Grande Bouffe is a funny film, an offensive film, but not a film about realism. It’s a film about parallels and juxtapositions, analogies and metaphors. It’s an intellectual film for the base and primal at heart. And for those who enjoy an applied scatological sense of humour. Prepare some delicious finger food, pop the corks on a few decent bottles of Grenache and pinot noir … and chow down!
“What about the turkey stuffing?” asks one of the men, “Life is stuffing!” is the reply.
Here is one of movie's many scenes of eating and pontificating ... relish!!







































To be honest it was a film I tried to avoid. Though it may seem tame compared to the exploding guy in The Meaning of Life. No quite my taste (no pun intended)
Excellent review of rare cult film
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great review!
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A fantastic choice and thanks you for keeping my site alive while I travel the U.S of A.
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culinarian ask the chef
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