Peter Strickland also made Berberian Sound Studio, The Duke of Burgundy and In Fabric, so I always look forward to what he does next. Even if I don't completely like it, I know that it'll definitely be interesting.

Since the 90s, Strickland has been part of the Sonic Catering Band, which creates music from the sounds of cooking, so it's already piquing my interest when this movie is set at Sonic Catering Institute. Run by Jan Stevens (Gwendoline Christie), it's the setting of this film and where a trio made up of Lamina Propria (Ariane Labed), Billy Rubin (Asa Butterfield) and Elle di Elle (Fatma Mohamed) is in the middle of a series of concerts that combine food and sound creation.

They've added another member for the three-week stint, a writer named Stones (Makis Papadimitriou). The great food within the center has left him with both indigestion and gas, so he visits Dr. Glock (Richard Bremmer) who warns him that he may have a life-ending bowel condition.

Have you ever watched a nude woman dance while pigs are slaughtered and chefs cook behind her? Well, get ready. And at the end of each show, the group has an audience tribute which is basically an orgy that only adds to the issues between Elle di Elle's group, who have all been her lovers at one time. There's also a rival group called Mangrove Snacks who are trying to sabotage everything.

Flux Gourmet is a strange film. I'm certain that a ton of people who watch it on Shudder will hate it because it's not really horror. It's...something. Where Strickland has made a giallo, Eurohorror and a British 70s horror movie, now he's making a film about the inherent silliness of art movements. I didn't exactly love it but I didn't hate it - kind of like a high end meal where I definitely enjoyed the flavor but stopped at a convenience store to get a roller hot dog on the way home.

Given that this movie is a perfect example of over-pretentious modern "art", I find the flatulence issue Stones has a highlight of this movie's plot line (if you can say that this even has a plot). This is like some kind of cheap travesty of Yorgos Lanthimos' style of writing/directing. For several times I thought: Wow, they are really trying to do The Lobster here, huh. I mean c'mon, Ariane Labed is here for Pete's sake.

Take the money you would spend on the ticket and go buy some coffee...it will help you with digestion.

Or just go and watch the paint dry for 2hrs. Anything beats spending time on this.

A spoof of performance art and foodies (crossed up) and totally hilarious. The actors play it straight which, unlike Christopher Short's films, made it even more funny to me. There were so many little things that made me giggle...their obsession with a flanger, the OTHER collective (and their name) and the way they stealth around, the patron's head wear, their confessions and dialogues with a flatulent writer and the silly French names for odd foods (that I don't know if they are real or not). Clearly the other reviewers who rated the film didn't get it or were expecting something else but I thought it was just grand.