The cook actually survived to tell the tale, although the parrot (Nooooo!) copped it. Samuel L.Jackson was quite spectacularly consumed, though; worth sitting through the thing to see that. It was followed by several other almost-as-impressive devourings, including the leading lady, who one was expecting to get off with the blond guy.
I'm reading GINGER GEEZER , a surprisingly dry and dull (so far-) biography of Vivian Stanshall.