C'est Obscur Objet du Desir

[Rupricht]

I think Bunuel (and Dali) really nailed this sucker. It was just a prank in 1928 but what they didn't realize was that they had asked a question 'blo'ers were unfit to answer. Namely, do you have a price? Are you really who you pretend to be or is it just an act designed to impress justified by the maxim, "To thine own selfishness be true?" This was the audacity and vision of surrealism. At least that's what my art teacher told me. Waht'd he know?
I think I would rate this film about a (10) ten, greater even than L'Age d'Or, only because it is silent and, thus, further frustrates stupid, stupid, stupid audiences' stupid, stupid, stupid expectations. It's a film like none other than I've ever scene. Cioran longs for "a language whose words, like fists, will fracture jaws." I'd say Bunuel found it, and in his very first film, yet. Hoo-boy! The story is told by Mathieu (henceforth and herein to be referred to as, "Matty.") He is played by none other than Fernando Rey, remember him? Sure, you do. (not) -only geniuses like me do. Anyway. There's this group of really strange people in a train compartment, right?. well, Matty is a wealthy man (I'm not sure is he's Jewish or not -no matter) who meets a youngish bimbo named Conchita Maria Juanita Bonita Jones or somethin' like that. I forget. It's been a long time and this is my first post. Anyway, they start to see a lot of each other, Conchita and Matty, just like you and Betty Rottenkrotch did, remember? back in high schul? so, they're kinda getting to know one another , wink, if you getmy drift (here comes tha tsong again, Gettin' to know you , gettin to know all aobut you) and Matty's lust and anatomical dysformity just grows and grows and grows. HOo-boy! Conchita is poor and lives with her momma in a small, rundown, dilapidated outhouse on the outskirts of town, right by a big, huge, and smelly dump in teh sweltering night. Matty gives them a lot of frogskins so they won't have to keep on eating rat tacos but, Boy, is that ever a mistake. He tries to buy the little slut away from her dear old mother who reminds me of Carries' mother but she ain't goin' for it, no sirree, Bob; she wants more =lots more. . Why, just last week she offered a half-dozen pigs. Stick to your guns, Granny! That's right. Don't let some city slicker pull a fast one. They've got to get up pret-ty early in afternoon to pull the wool over your your sanguine-colored peepers. Then, too, get a loada this: Conchita is played by two hotties, but strange as it may seem, this doesn't effect the film for the worser. Of course, that's just my opinon and who the hell am I to judge great works of art? Well,I'll tell ya'! I'm the guy what first thought up the idea of chargin people to get out of the theater!.......but I digress. Sometimes when one version of Conchita walks through a door, the other one, the one with humonguous hooters, enters the next room. Ain't that a kick in the head? This cinemaniacal style is, to this reporter, diffurnt to the point of being well, "unique" -I'd say. Hoo-boy! Anyway, it woiks. So, why second guess yourself? Now,as I was ruminating... Conchita teases the f*** out of the old bastard throughout the whole treatment and she comes across as the manipulative c*** she well and truly is quothe theBard. Also, there's this bunch of 9-11'ers bombing buildings and stuff throughout the entire film. Disjointed as hell stream of consciousness stuff I guess you schmarties would call it what with your extensive edumacations 'n' all. Too, there's this strange sack of merde being carried around and we see it a buncha' times, too. Waht the heck is it? We never find out. These are the mysterious things Bunny likes to add to his films. I somehow get the feeling too, that this spaniard knew this was going to be his last pitcher show on accounta the ending ends so abruptly and everything. Just like that. Imho, yunz can take it or don't. It's like his parting shot is some kinda' satire on the way desire always drives people to do the right thing or something. Idk, i wasn't really payin' all that much attentione/ I get the feelin' it's not because they're so magnanimous, no, it's purely selfishness and everything and everthing. Amen, so there. nyeah! Well, enough of this deep inner mind ruminating hoarseshite. I'm tired and I wanna go to bed bu tfirst, get your ass out in that kitchen and make me a ham sammich, Fool! Any rags, any bones, any bottles, today? The End. Fin. QED, ad infinitum , ad nauseum.


*next we'll discuss La Chien Andalou