One Paragraph Movie Review: The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie

One hundred and sixth film: The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, a French/Spanish film from 1972 about rich people who try to have a meal together despite being constantly interrupted by soldiers, dreams, murders, and diplomatic treachery. Okay, so… hmmm. This is like a 70s dinner party Inception with a fashionable chunk heel and a background gentle class war. It looks like, sounds like, and acts like a dream, too authentically for comfort. In a dream, you can never quite get to what you really want — which in this movie and my dreams and quite a lot of my reality is dinner — and the way new things are introduced and then disappear while everyone just goes “right-o, this is what’s happening now, pass the foie gras” is both entertaining and spooky. This movie left me unsettled but satisfied like, ironically, foie gras. I don’t know how I feel about it, but I’m cross that it knows exactly what how my brain works when I’m not actively controlling it. Three bistro corpses out of five.