Un Chien Andalou
Director: Luis Buñuel
"Got me a movie, I want you to know...
Slicing up eyeballs, I want you to know..."
Nothing like witnessing a brutal car accident to make one a little frisky. And that's after seeing ants crawling from a hole in your hand.
Rarely do I dive into a DMR after the light of day begins to flood my window, but here I made a rare concession due to the fact the running time of what, 16 minutes? DAMN YOU, 16 MINUTES! They are forever etched in my mind now. You can't unthink this shit. Even with the consumption of a fairly blistering bloody mary I find it difficult to concatenate a review from my drunken scrawls here. Had to throw that bastard word in there somehow, it's been stuck on the edge of my brain for a couple days now and I had to scrape it off like dogshit from a shoe bottom. How's that for fucking imagery.
I'm thinking the majority of implications here made a lot more sense if you were living in France circa 1929. I'd ask my grandparents, but they're all, you know, dead. Put it in context, this is some pretty crazy shit here. Odd vignettes pieced together is what I'm going with, exploiting some pretty risque shit on film, especially considering the time period. Or just plain, you know, surreal.
So yeah, fuckit. Watch this short film at one point in your lifetime. You could do a lot worse, like any 16 minutes of a Michael Bay film. Click here to Dali forth...
Great Scene: As much as I'd love to say the infamous eyeball-slicing sequence, the hand-anthole scenes were much more freakish, in a Lynchian kind of way. They're both pretty affecting, though.
DVD Notes: Not exactly the most pristine version of the film, has a noticeable tape-roll smack in the middle (ie recorded off a bad VHS dub), and has some piss-poor cropping. But there's few other options for seeing it, I guess, so take what we can get. Nice insight into Buñuel through an interview with his son Juan-Luis Buñuel, and continues with his recollections on the epilogue of the relationship between the two artists known as his father and Dali. A shame, really. Audio commentary is provided on the film by Surrealism expert Stephen Barber, a real snoozer. Little insight and he keeps going off on another surreal short from the time about a seashell and a priest, apparently. Okay, nice to reference, but Shut The Fuck Up about it already and talk about the film at hand. Not like you have a lot of time here, Barber. Whatever. Also included is a biography, some images and a statement by Dave McKean. Not sure what exactly he had to do with this besides the title "Design" that his name falls under, but I guess he was the director of the pretty fucking surreal film Mirrormask, where the insipid, rather predictable story was more than compensated for with some great imagery.