In the late Paul Bartel’s black comedy Eating Raoul (R, 83 mins., 1982, Columbia TriStar), now served up for the first time on DVD, B-movie queen Mary Woronov conspires with her husband (Bartel) to kill and rob swingers to finance their dream restaurant.
DID PEOPLE THINK YOU AND PAUL WERE REALLY MARRIED?
Yes. Paul infuriated me by telling reporters we were. We had this big interview with a New York paper, and the lady says, ”Of course, you two are married,” and Paul says, ”No, we’re divorced.”
DO YOU STILL HAVE THE NURSE’S UNIFORM?
[Laughs] No, but filmmakers have tried to put me in other uniforms. They’d call me up and say, ”I want you to be this dominatrix.” That’s exactly what I wasn’t in Eating Raoul. I was just bizarrely naive.
RAOUL WAS INDEPENDENT BEFORE INDEPENDENT WAS COOL.
Paul didn’t have any money. We would shoot for a weekend and then we wouldn’t see him for three months. It was insane.