I love surrealism but this one just didn't do it for me. Even the "polishing" of the stone foot. Maybe I'll have to watch it again.
This is one of my top 3 favorite films. No one has done a better pure surrealist film, not even Bunuel himself. 287 stars, a must see film.
dali and bunuel really are quite a pair. this film is bonkers, a perfect realisation of the absurd and the dream world. i adore the manifestation of dali's influence and think bunuel is never as good without him. the foot fetish appearance was hilarious, and the tone of this film was both light and absurd. this early french period is the best work that bunuel ever made. and this one is fascinating but flawed.
Not the best Bunuel film, particularly I don't like Dali's influence on this (I prefer Un Chien Andalou)... But still, a surrealistic gem (Although it could be shot without any surrealistic themes).
dali and bunuel.two trully insane genius and a movie.look what we got. (i prefer bunuel to dali though,dali is a real bastard i think. )
Getting to watch this one for free is an absolute blessing. That is if you can get into the flow of the narrative, which is easy once you see how randomly and forcefully Gaston Modot is separated from his lover. From there, mannered society decides in earnest to keep them apart, but they find a way around it. Awesome imagery towards the end, and I loved Modot's random slap to the face. And don't forget the fist.
Early surrealist effort from Luis Bunuel is a disappointment. With films like this, it's hard to say why some work and some don't, but this one doesn't. There are a handful of interesting moments and images scattered throughout the tediousness, but not quite enough to make with worth the time.
A jumbled mess. The film strives for absurd juxtopositions, innane actions, and styling directing. Although at times, a single idea will grab ahold of the viewer, involving Lys Lys and Gaston Modot, the film often lacks beauty, intelligible actions, and interest. At the end, the viewer gains very little to consider or to remember.
This is where truly modern cinema began, and maybe we're finally catching up. Extraordinary sound design at the birth of the talkie, grim black humor, savage irony, the drums of Calanda, and a jaunty pasodoble at the end. Making the irrational matter-of-fact was Buñuel's vocation, peeling away the layers of propriety to find darker desires within his pleasure. And it's our privilege to watch.
This film was made mid-way between the self destruction of WW1 and the rise of the Third reich, it's no wonder they were delirious with passion and anger...