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.

The oddity of the pace and concept wares off about an hour in and feels like it marches on forever without much of a progress or change. Too much repetition, gags go on far too long & at six cycles with little new to add it feels like a bad sketch that drug on too long.