The grotesqueries of the flesh are celebrated in all their stomach-churning glory in this outrageous black comedy horror. An explicit tale of three generations of men, each with their own bodily obsession, it's a sensory assault that's definitely not for the squeamish. Hungarian director/co-writer Gyorgy Palfi seems to revel in pressing viewers' shock buttons, as he introduces us briefly to a sexually frustrated military orderly (Csaba Czene) during the Second World War, before focusing on his son (Gergo Trocsanyi), an obese speed-eating champion. Thanks to his vomit-inducing talents, he becomes a 1960s Soviet Bloc hero, and ends up finding romance with another corpulent contestant. He subsequently fathers a skinny taxidermist (Marc Bischoff), who's the protagonist of the third part of the film that's set in the present day. At times the baroque visuals and surreal scenarios play like a warped version of Monty Python, skilfully diverting attention from the uneven plot. But it's in the Grand Guignol excesses that Palfi really excels, though his imaginative vision remains a seriously acquired taste.