Delicatessen

Delicatessen

Nobody is entirely evil; it's the circumstances that make them evil.

When Delicatessen came up in the 1001 Blog Club, I looked it up and immediately expected something along the lines of The Cook, The Thief, His Wife, & Her Lover, and so was initially hesitant. While the two films bears many resemblances, Delicatessen is more overtly black comedy rather than merely wallowing in its own decadence.

This is an eerie, stagnant, crazy little headtrip of a film; it’s brown, dusty, and very grungy. It is also quite unlike anything else you are likely to see in cinema, and thus earns its spot on the must see list if for no other reason. The directors seem to be fond of musical-like interludes, as there are a number of musically choreographed sequences that are quite delectable to watch. The brown tint that covers the entire film was a nice touch as well; mostly because it was likely done all in production to give it that flair and rather than artificially covered in tint in post-pro, which is when it gets on my nerves. The acting is also generally good, especially from the mad butcher that runs the titular delicatessen. It also has one of the most memorable opening title sequences I’ve seen in a long time.

By the second half of the movie, I had no idea what was going on plot-wise, but I was enjoying what was transpiring. I can’t say that everyone will, though; it’s a different tasting food than the general palette audiences are used to eating. I can’t recommend it to anyone, but there are definitely a few types of moviegoers that will appreciate what this one has to offer. Just don’t be surprised if you come out of it wondering what you just, um… ate.

Arbitrary Rating: 7/10

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