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February 22, 2008

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Terra

This is perhaps not terribly relevant, but given your fascination with both food and serial killers, you might at some point check out the recent Sweeney Todd movie. It's a musical (which I know you don't always care for), but it presents a fascinating scenario where the local pie shop becomes the means of disposing of the evidence of Todd's murders of upper-middle class men. In an ironic turn of events, Mrs. Lovett, the piemaker, serves up the victims in her delicious meat pies. There's a fascinating scene where Todd and Lovett (Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter) present this project as a literalization of the ethic underwriting social Darwinism and capitalism--it's a man-eat-man world out there. Yum! Enjoy your pies!

Mark

Man... I seriously could go for a pie right now. There was this bakery in Goroka that sold really good pies and sausage rolls. They had this curry pie with a potato crust on the top (sort of like a mini shepherd's pie). They also had fucking awesome lamingtons. I don't know if you can get those over there, but a lamington is basically a big piece of heavy chocolate cake, sometimes creme-filled, covered in coconut. The ones we got in New Guinea were huge! god i miss that shit...

And in reference to Terra's comment, when I saw Sweeney Todd, for some reason I started to get a little hungry... kinda weird...

mar


Wow I didn't realize that element was in Sweeney Todd - I guess I'll have to see it now (despite my reticence to enjoy spontaneous singing - Singing in the Rain remains an exception for me).

I seem to remember an interest in cannibalism in some lit crit about ten years ago. There is also the wonderful French film, Delicatessen that includes a butcher using humans for meat and the less quality, but equally cannibal/food production fabulous, Motel Hell (1980). The slogan for the movie, "it takes all kinds of critters to make farmer vincent's fritters" sort of speaks to the plot. The film cornily constructs a nexus of late 20th century anxieties about food production and consumption, police authority, and the decline of morals in our culture. Like most mainstream horror flicks, the film reinforces - in not so subtle ways - expectations of middle-class propriety. In other words, the aged swingers, the "skanks" that contract social diseases from ski instructors, and the nomadic, drugged-out rockers (including "Cliff Claven" - John Ratzenberger - as the drummer) are the ones who get chewed up (literally and figuratively) by the masses for straying too far from the herd. Soylent green is the people you say? Actually, they're made into beef jerky. Makes you look twice at a Slim Jim, eh?

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