I prefer the second half for some reason. The message is clear, and it is augmented by a thousand with the presence of surrealism. There are some images that will always be memorable, but I feel it is weaker than the more-concise Un Chien Andalou. The images leave a stronger impression and achieve a better effect in Un Chien.
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.
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.
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.
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.