One of the more influential films of the early surrealism movement was Un Chien Andalou (An Andalusian Dog) produced in 1928 by Spanish writer/artists/directors Luis Buñuel and Salvador Dalí. Sixteen full minutes of dead and rotting donkeys, slit eyeballs, and dream logic may amount to too much for some people to handle, but I think it’s amazing by way of grandeur weirdness. Laden only with one or two Argentinian tangos, silence remains. The only rule of making this film?
“No idea or image that might lend itself to a rational explanation of any kind would be accepted,” spoken by Buñuel himself. He also stated that “Nothing, in the film, symbolizes anything. The only method of investigation of the symbols would be, perhaps, psychoanalysis.” So there you go, art without “meaning
More deafening than all the lucid imagery may be the silence. Can you stand it?
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