Ten minutes into this film i knew it was gonna be a stupefying bore.
What did i expect? A posh dinner party for stiff bourgeois toffs.
“Odd things are happening“. They can’t leave the room. Watching them you have to suffer in apathy with them. And try to make sense from the nonsense it’s all trying to mean.
They’re joined by a flock of sheep, a little brown bear, a hand that scuttles across the floor minus it’s body. You get fragmented bits off subconscious poking in irrational dreams. “This is all so absurd”
The toffs get on one another’s nerves. They get on my nerves. I’ve soon become chronically disengaged.
I’m fast forwarding thro the last 40 minutes to get it quickly over with. Got to stop the boil on my irritation itching.
This is the worst film I’ve seen since i started this blog.
I bet Bunuel had a fat arse.
Dir: Luis Bunuel, Spain
1/10
