The Cook, The Thief, The Wife and her Lover (1989) - Filling in for the graveyard shift at my insurance office, I was able to watch two films last night. Interested in Sacha Vierny's work, I went with this. A bonkers experience, both in a visual and literary sense. I read some people relating the narrative to Margaret Thatcher's government. Maybe that is so, but it means nothing to me. To me, a political idea, in a narrative film, would serve only as a guide post to the writer-director and is of little value to the viewer. Whatever political point or allegory is created is likely better off in a documentary or any other non-fiction piece. No, this film is aesthetical class chaperoned by a simple, damn good story that acts as both a poignant statement of love, lust and debauched comedy. The story recounts the sordid tale of star-crossed lovers engaging in an affair under the nose of a impossibly crass british gangster, who holds court in a sublime french restaurant he's taken over and uses as a playground to act out his filth with his fellow gangsters, dim-witted pups who cater to him and his manical ways. The restaurant's staff, suffering, but not as much as the gangster's wife, support them in their ill-timed endeavor. But boy does it find its moment of beauty in the over-the-top dramatical execution. Vierny's work is more subtle here as compared to his other works I've seen, but is still noticeable. There is a transcendent scene when the two lovers first meet, without dialogue, only through body movements and flashy colors. And here is the finest detail in the visuals: the wife's outfits (and colors) change depending on the setting. A white bathroom calls for a quaint, white outfit. The seductive red hallways call for a sultry red dress. It perfectly demonstrates the contrast present within the movie - the lusty, redeeming quality of the lover's relationship and the irreedemable decay of the gangster's moral fiber. He's cartoonish, but never in a distasteful or awkward way. The movie, shot in a theatrical manner, presents a world that might as well not be earth. And it was better for it. One of the best soundtracks I've enjoyed in a movie. The film's not for the faint of heart, but it never uses its edge as a substitute for substance. I had a couple beers so this makes for a meandering and uneven review, but the movie's perfect. I've been on a good run lately with works of art. I hope it continues.
Last note: If you can watch this with subtitles, do it. I grew up in the US, never struggled with accents, and still I struggled with the gangster's accent and speech delivery. It's very coarse.