It’s the French to blame. It’s on them, this covalent bond between cinematic and culinary ponciness. No matter. “Pig” might have an arthouse fixation on fine cuisine but it’s got rich, full-fat flavours for a robust movie palate. If you love Nicolas Cage, you’ll overlook the pretentious scene titles with names of dishes. (And if you don’t, I’m guessing you prefer your films with a soupcon of chi-chi, n’est-ce pas?) That said, it’s an odd concoction of ingredients that go together like strawberries and creosote. It teases you to expect a revenge thriller… and, in a weird way, it sort of is. It shouldn’t work (especially the abrupt swerve into fantasy with a sous-chef gladiator school!) But it does. Cage is great. Needless to add, he’s the same as always. Only this time he’s fleshier and a tad more restrained. My only caveat is that “Pig” doesn’t add up to much. It’s an amuse-bouche rather than a hearty meal. You’ll leave wanting more. Thankfully, Cage’s finances are so shaky we can be sure of that. Let’s pray that movies like this, rather than Jiu Jitsu, will be on the menu…