10 Minute Movie Review: Exterminating Angel
We are soon moving into the dark days of winter, fall is in the air and our sleep is filled with nightmares and fear... here is a movie to move some of that stuck terror, from the loving pen of the sisterhood of the goat.
Originally posted by kdotdammit at 10 Minute Movie Review: Exterminating Angel
CONFESSION: Last night I watched my first Bunuel movie. They showed EXTERMINATING ANGEL as part of The Loft Essential Cinema series. I love going to those movies and watching anything classic on the big screen.
EXTERMINATING ANGEL was a hoot. Nothing I like more than a ruthless evisceration of the Wine & Cheese crowd. Hey, the movie was made in 1962, the year I was born. Perhaps it was in the air to despise all forms of the bourgeoisie and revolt was modeled into my very DNA.
Bunuel’s film is a wonderful surreal portrait of the Mexican leisure class rotting in their state of static privilege. Locked up in a big house after a dinner party, they can’t escape their own decrepit state of privilege and entitlement. All the workers flee so that the Bourgeois scumbags are left to their own devices, since there is no one around to appropriately wipe their asses for them.
I love how they get dirtier and grimier as the movies goes on, their inner filth surfacing from the depth of their tuxedos and evening gowns. And I love how you can tell that they stink, and in fact one of the characters tells a woman that she smells like a rotten pig or some such thing. Well, they’re all rotten pigs. That’s the point.
Then you’ve got the sheep and bear roaming the house, and the random severed hand. If I ever get locked in a horrid bourgeois house with the dreadful and despicable Wine & Cheese crowd, I sure in the fuck hope I find a severed hand to keep me company.
Oh, when looking for images to go with this post, I was reminded that you find way cooler images for foreign films when you search the title in the original language. Hence, these most awesome posters:
End 10 minute movie review. Hah.
My first and scariest Bunuel movie as a young artist was Un Chien Andalou, where someone holds open the eye and slices it with a razor. It probably affected me to blind me to the truth of the age... Nothing is as it seems, nor does it appear otherwise.
Originally posted by kdotdammit at 10 Minute Movie Review: Exterminating Angel
CONFESSION: Last night I watched my first Bunuel movie. They showed EXTERMINATING ANGEL as part of The Loft Essential Cinema series. I love going to those movies and watching anything classic on the big screen.
EXTERMINATING ANGEL was a hoot. Nothing I like more than a ruthless evisceration of the Wine & Cheese crowd. Hey, the movie was made in 1962, the year I was born. Perhaps it was in the air to despise all forms of the bourgeoisie and revolt was modeled into my very DNA.
Bunuel’s film is a wonderful surreal portrait of the Mexican leisure class rotting in their state of static privilege. Locked up in a big house after a dinner party, they can’t escape their own decrepit state of privilege and entitlement. All the workers flee so that the Bourgeois scumbags are left to their own devices, since there is no one around to appropriately wipe their asses for them.
I love how they get dirtier and grimier as the movies goes on, their inner filth surfacing from the depth of their tuxedos and evening gowns. And I love how you can tell that they stink, and in fact one of the characters tells a woman that she smells like a rotten pig or some such thing. Well, they’re all rotten pigs. That’s the point.
Then you’ve got the sheep and bear roaming the house, and the random severed hand. If I ever get locked in a horrid bourgeois house with the dreadful and despicable Wine & Cheese crowd, I sure in the fuck hope I find a severed hand to keep me company.
Oh, when looking for images to go with this post, I was reminded that you find way cooler images for foreign films when you search the title in the original language. Hence, these most awesome posters:
End 10 minute movie review. Hah.
My first and scariest Bunuel movie as a young artist was Un Chien Andalou, where someone holds open the eye and slices it with a razor. It probably affected me to blind me to the truth of the age... Nothing is as it seems, nor does it appear otherwise.