FLUX GOURMET With a climactic scene presenting colonoscopy as performance art, it’s almost too tempting too say that Flux Gourmet is the film where Peter Strickland finally disappears up his own backside. The director’s fifth film feels like a layer cake of his many signature obsessions – a jus of luminously macabre art direction, a sprinkling of fastidiously detailed sound design, a solid base detailing the horror of shopping/bodies/England, all topped with a delicious cream of neurotic eroticism. At times it feels like a feature-length episode of Toast Of London as co-directed by Luis Buñuel and Peter Greenaway, with a scatological delirium unmatched since Pink Flamingos.
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