...unfortunately the scene is broken into two parts, but I've got them both below...
...okay, here we go...
I've got a soft spot for this film. Sure it's not as well known as Monty Python and the Holy Grail but it's just so bizarre and different. That this perpetually (I'm assuming?) vomiting/nauseous man goes to a restaurant and just immediately needs to throw up (so, so much). And he’s an asshole about it! The fact that the restaurant staff is mostly nonchalant about the whole thing completes the scenario. Mr. Creosote barfs all over John Cleese's character more than once and he hardly seems to care. Speaking of Cleese, he's his usual hilarious self here. I love that he offers to serve Mr. Creosote's meal to him all mixed up in a bucket right of the bat. His interaction with that couple (specifically the wife) in the second part of the scene is bonkers as well. As if Mr. Creosote wasn't enough. My favorite part of the whole thing might be Cleese's insistence that Mr. Creosote eat that final "wafer thin" mint (was he trying to make him burst?). What can I say? Maybe I needed a disgusting scene after last weeks' light, romantic FSF.
Fun fact (and something I never knew until writing this post): Quentin Tarantino claims this is the only sequence in a film that's disturbed him. That's pretty impressive! Enjoy your weekend!
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