Flux Gourmet Review: Butterfield & Christie Lead Creepy, Skin-Crawling Indie
Flux Gourmet is out of its mind. The choice in voice-over completely contradicts the tone of the film and Gwendoline Christie’s (Game Of Thrones) performance, at least at times, feels out of a 1950s noir. Writer-director Peter Strickland (The Duke Of Burgundy) conceived a maniacal script rife with images that might make one hurl — and it all works. Flux Gourmet is not for the faint of heart but if one can stomach it, it's worth it for the jokes about flatulence and cannibalism. All visuals aside, the themes of artistry and pretension are so perfectly executed that many of the film's perceived flaws could also be seen as winking at the audience.
An unnamed sound catering collective begins its residency at an institute devoted to their specific art form, only to find that the owner, Ms. Stevens (Christie) is perhaps not totally on their side. The band consists of Billy (Asa Butterfield), Lamina (Ariane Labed), and their leader Elle (Fatma Mohamed). Ms. Stevens and Elle continuously come to blows over how music and food should be integrated into the show. Things go haywire when the two cannot agree on using a certain instrument in the show and everything goes to hell. Dinner conversation becomes more and more awkward and the press, as well as other patrons of the studio, begin to see the seems in the band. All the while, journalist Stones (Maks Papadimitriou) documents this entire saga while enduring an all-time bout of flatulence.
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There is a lot going on in Flux Gourmet and there is a case to be made that it is as boring as it is enthralling. There are a lot of long takes and slow beats in the film, juxtaposed with grotesque imagery. Credit to the filmmaker for letting
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