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Friday Follies: Snobs vs Slobs

In Drink, Film, Food on August 7, 2009 at 8:24 am

Friday Follies [n., pl.] postings on Fridays about fashion and food in film from guest bloggers with impeccable taste.


“Come Elwood, let us adjourn ourselves to the nearest table and overlook this establishment’s board of fare.”

Eating out is a highly charged social activity, to say the least, with profound dramatic and comedic potential built into it. This is probably why so many superb cinematic moments involve the problem of eating with others. An example: Jake and Elwood Blues (John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd in The Blues Brothers, 1980) screech to a halt in front of a fancy French restaurant, Chez Paul. They walk inside, take a table, and spend some time behaving badly. Granted, they have a good reason for acting out, having come to pressure their old band mate, Mr. Fabulous, into quitting his job as maitre d’ of this fine establishment and rejoining the band. But their “mission from God” is only an excuse. The brothers relish the scene, eating up the stuffy atmosphere like the hungry low class wolves that they are. Having ordered a $120 bottle of Dom Pérignon ’71, five shrimp cocktails, and some bread (from waiter Paul Rubens, pre-Pee Wee Herman), they proceed to overstep as many bounds of good taste as possible. As a young Aykroyd slurps his champagne from a large goblet, Belushi puts on a sort of Spanish-Arab accent and offers to purchase the daughters of the disgusted gentleman at the next table. And most memorable, to me, is what the brothers do with the shrimp: inspired mock-snobbery at its finest.

The scene is straightforward snobs vs. slobs, and it draws the line between the two in great, multi-sensory detail. Not only do Jake and Elwood look out of place, wearing shades and eating with their overstuffed mouths open, but also, as the snob at the next table explains, “Frankly, they’re offensive. Smelling. I mean they smell bad.” Class lines are drawn on the soundtrack, too: the sound of snobbery is chamber music and a soft murmur of conversation, while the sound of slobbery is the loud whistle waiter-call and the noisy champagne slurps, more than loud enough to turn polite heads. So we see, hear, and smell the transgressions being perpetrated, and somewhere along the way, I think we can taste them, too (they taste something like a shrimp tail flung across the table into your mouth). Taste, after all, is the subject of this scene, a sharply performed encounter between the high and the low, good taste and bad, so to speak. The Blues Brothers pointedly upset the proper order of things, and they do so with great joy, pure style. As social commentary, it may be forced and heavily stereotyped, but this is excellent lowbrow comedy doing its thing, acting out.

Belushi had delighted us with his slobbery two years earlier, in the unforgettable Animal House cafeteria scene. As Bluto, he eats his way along the buffet, stuffing his face to capacity. [Note that the noisy slurp plays a role here, too: with a furtive glance around and a mischievous eyebrow-lift, Bluto vacuums up a Jell-O square without paying for it.] His tray piled high with everything, he sits down to eat with some bonafide snobs. More slurping. They express disgust, and he responds: “See if you can guess what I am now.” He inserts some sort of white food product (a hard boiled egg?) into his mouth and—pop!—splatters it all over them. “A zit! Get it?” The frat boys give chase and, as an escape strategy, Bluto gives that famous two-word cry: “Food fight!” Anarchy ensues. Order gives way, at least for the moment, to an uprising of mass slobbery. Bluto and the Blues Brothers are revolting in more than one sense.


Do these scenes amount to the comedic equivalent of a revolutionary manifesto, or just funny blue-collar trumpeting? Incisive social critique, or just heavy-handed class warfare stuff (i.e., classic comedy material)? Either way, it’s god damn good, and funny. Who can deny the recreational value of disorderly conduct? Comedy’s most noble pursuit, of course, is to take the stuffing out of us, to locate and release tensions, put things out of place. If these scenes are still funny, then their lesson remains relevant: the revolution will begin with bad table manners.—René Thoreau Bruckner, Visiting Assistant Professor, School of Cinematic Arts, University of Southern California

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Friday Follies: Bye, Bye, Miss American Pie

In Film, Food on May 1, 2009 at 6:36 am

Friday Follies [n., pl.] postings on Fridays about fashion and food in film from guest bloggers with impeccable taste.


America needs a good celluloid food fight. 

There’s nothing like a projectile pie or flatulent cowboy to take people’s minds off grim economic news.

But what ever happened to clever food gags in film? It’s been three decades since John Belushi  invaded the cafeteria in Animal House, 25 years since a giant marshmallow stalked Manhattan in Ghostbusters and 21 years since Tom Hanks tried to eat baby corn like its full-sized cousin in Big.


Except for a teenager having sexual relations with a pie, the last decade has been virtually bereft of cuisine-related comedy.  Sure, there was a food fight in Bratz: The Movie, but who wants to subject themselves to the rest of the flick in order to see it? (I swear I only know about the scene because of a Google search.) Ratatouille dished up a few food jokes, and Madagascar parodied American Beauty‘s falling rose petals sequence with a dream about falling steaks.

But cartoon kitchen comedy doesn’t count. That basically leaves us with Ben Stiller’s addition to the fondue in Meet the Fockers

So, while America waits for Hollywood to revive the tradition of edible humor, here are my nominees for top five comedy food scenes:

5.      Caddyshack (1980): A candy bar posing as poop clears the pool – and later gets eaten by Bill Murray. 


4.    Animal House (1978): Bluto inhales half the buffet, imitates a zit and starts a food fight that many consider one of Hollywood’s best, but it actually lasts just 3 seconds.  

3.      Stand By Me (1986) and The Meaning of Life (1983): In the barf-o-rama department, it’s a toss-up between Stephen King’s pie-eating contest and Monty Python’s wafer-thin mint.

2.      The Great Race (1965): If Jackson Pollock had worked in pies instead of paint, his art would have looked like the aftermath of this film’s colossal food war.  

1.      Sleeper (1973): Woody Allen carries the concept of food fight to its absurd extreme on a futuristic farm that grows goliath bananas, strawberries and chickens.  

—Roy Rivenburg is editor of NotTheLATimes.com