Tristana
Bunuel is just so grown up.
He doesn't judge. He doesn't show any mercy either. Why should he? We don't deserve it.
People are like this, he says. Take it or leave it. And please don't ask me to explain.
A glacial blonde with a missing leg: Hitchcock was ever so jealous; Why didn't he get there first?
A vision of hell: to be drinking chocolate with three priests while the snow falls on Toledo- and Tristana paces up and down the corridor on her crutches.
He doesn't judge. He doesn't show any mercy either. Why should he? We don't deserve it.
People are like this, he says. Take it or leave it. And please don't ask me to explain.
A glacial blonde with a missing leg: Hitchcock was ever so jealous; Why didn't he get there first?
A vision of hell: to be drinking chocolate with three priests while the snow falls on Toledo- and Tristana paces up and down the corridor on her crutches.
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Tristana is one of my favorites--I'd be curious to know your opinion on The Milky Way. The film is really more of a series of sketches than a coherent whole, but many of the parts are wonderful, though in a frequently recondite way.
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I love The Milky Way. It's pythonesque- as are many of the later films- but I guess that's the wrong way round and we should really be calling the Python team, Bunuelian.
I didn't get Bunuel at all when I was a kid. I thought of him as a less operatic Fellini, but that's entirely wrong. They're two very different directors. Bunuel is all impassioned intelligence- low-key, acidic, Swiftian. The older I get, the more I love him.
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You write palientonic while laugthing acute
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got plenty of time at the moment. and barely eking out a living. eek.
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I watched Bunuel's Belle de Jour this afternoon. Great movie.