My sentiments are tarnished by my feverish delight in the desecration of the eye, partially eliciting itself within the darker regions of my mind through a necessary connection to Georges Bataille. Shameless execution of zany recursion in surrealist media.
Grim, surrealistic, and downright bizarre. A treat that (film wise) defines the pair of Luis Bunuel and Salvador Dali. Filled with Freudian dream-like imagery, and Bunel's absurdest sense of humor, this 17 minutes was intended to shock and challenge censorship (at the time) along with religion and conventional thinking. Did the pair intend for us analyze their film or to purely experience it? What do you see? 4.4
I suppose these days people are so desensitized to graphic imagery that it is difficult to imagine the shock value this would of had in 1929. In Bunuel's autobiography he commented that "they were constantly fighting a society they despised. Their principal weapon wasn't guns, of course; it was scandal." I think that this sums up what these revolutionaries were trying to accomplish with film.