This is an amazing, unforgettable film - well, it's 30+ years since I first saw it. At the end, when me and my girlfriend left the old original Electric Cinema Club on Portobello Rd, the audience split between those who dived straight into the chippy two doors down or crossed the street holding their noses.
One weekend, four successful but terminally bored men meet at the large house of one of them, a truck arrives loaded with a fantastic range of food, from whole deer carcasses to foie gras and they set out to eat themselves to death. Michel Picolli's character is a master chef and gets stuck in to cooking one gargantuan, sumptious meal after another. At one point, against the rules, Marcello Mastroiani's character calls in a couple of hookers to add a bit of female interest. He finds a novel use for a spare piston of the old Bugatti he finds in a shed... The girls soon leave, declaring the guys to be disgusting, depraved. The eating goes on. AND ON AND ON. A large and plumptious school teacher, who has been showing her children the tree in the garden under which some famous writer had his thoughts, is invited back for dinner. She gingers up the flagging fellows by declaring loudly, "J'ai faim!" And on they go, eating.
It's beautifully shot, in rich, dark colours, there are brilliant jokes and in the end ... the teacher wants seconds.