OK, Bites brigade: Watch this trailer, and tell me where in a 50-mile radius I can find something to approximate the meals on display here.
The movie is I Am Love, opening tonight at The Belcourt, and if the trailer is any indication, I don't want to watch it: I want to have it served in a nest of noodles, or slip its robe off its silken shoulders, or maybe just shoot it straight into my veins. Sex, food porn, Tilda Swinton: my head is swimming. So is Jason Shawhan's in this week's Scene:
By the time [director Luca] Guadagnino is done with you, you'll want to have a dinner party and an erotic awakening, possibly at the same time. Imagine countless green glasses, individually lit, and finely wrought flesh as far as the eye can see. Or better yet, a shrimp dish that makes your eyes (like Swinton's) roll back in your head and your legs uncross. Mad passionate abandon is the main course here, served flambé with a John Adams score and small plates of emotional wreckage and tiny betrayals every reel or so. ...In the way that [Swinton's] home is deliriously hypersymbolic, all glass walls and Donkey Kong-style staircases, so is this film ornately styled in the vein of classic Italian cinema of the '60s and '70s, with business as warfare, family names as the most valuable of commodities, and secret lovers for everyone. Think Visconti's The Leopard or Bertolucci's The Conformist — that's the (over)cooking class to which Guadagnino aspires. Glorious in its excesses and successes alike, I Am Love is a feast of everything that makes movies awesome.
Man, when did it get so hot in here. ...
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"By the time [director Luca] Guadagnino is done with you, you'll want to have a dinner party and an erotic awakening, possibly at the same time."
I will add that I prefer not to have my erotic awakenings anywhere near hot soup and cutlery.