Some people may have Defoe like fantasies of being stranded on a desert island and igniting a hot affair with their Friday and others might dream of going to Bangkok or Vegas (a la Leaving Las Vegas) to live out their ultimate fantasy of dissipation. "Chacun a son gout" as the French say. Everyone has their little kink and with Passover for some Jewish guys and gals it relates to the fantasy of the unfettered enjoyment of matzo and butter. The movie might be called Leaving Scarsdale and it requires only a motel room and one of those large family packs of Streit's Matzo and a platoon sized supply of Breakstone’s. Remember the famous butter scene in Last Tango, well this one is a combination of the wonderful moment between Marlon Brando and Maria Schneider in the Bertolucci classic and l973 Philippe Noirot movie La Grand Bouffe in which a group of aristocrats take a vow of gluttony in which they will eat themselves to death. Imagine all that matzo slathered with butter with no stop signs in the form of family, friends or employers to report to. What a way to die surrounded by sheets of crispy unleavened bread bathed in the oily golden substance which lubricates our carbohydrate dreams. Fyvush Finkel could played the Nicholas Cage role, with matzoh substituted for alcohol as the addictive substance of choice.