Mr Mamoulian tells the story of my life

I have been dipping into samarcand's copy of Bolland Strips (and at this point, samarcand, feel free to utter the traditional: "Oh, so that's where that went!") and enjoying it very much: the heartwarming domesticity of the actress and the bishop, Mr. Mamoulian's encounters with art - and then I came to a strip entitled Moving Things About:

Well, isn't that just what I was saying?

Something I recently found in a pile of stuff was a four-year-old copy of The Guardian, containing an interview with Giorgio Locatelli. I have read Locatelli's column in more recent issues of The Guardian, but had missed this introduction, so I had not previously seen this glimpse of the world behind the movie camera:

Locatelli provided the food for probably the most debauched food movie ever, Peter Greenaway's The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover, which culminated in the characters feasting on a sumptuously basted human body. He says he loved making the film because Greenaway gave him enough money to buy just what he wanted. "We even had a swan. You need to call Buckingham Palace to get permission from the Queen because she owns all the swans in the land. Peter Greenaway is a genius, but he hates food. Hates it. He's one of those people who eats on his own - a little toast without too much butter. Really English. Victorian."