
Complex problems spawned simplistic solutions. Italy embraced fascism, Russia communism, America isolationism. A dangerous, resentment-fueled nationalism was on the march everywhere. And all the while Adolf Hitler bided his time in a cell refining his bitter, twisted blueprint for a new order that gave us the Holocaust, another world war and our clearest glimpse ever into the post-apocalyptic abyss.
Artists and intellectuals struggled to make sense of the confusion, failed, threw up their hands and concluded that the only rational response was to reject rationality and embrace nonsense. Thus was born Dadaism, a philosophy based on acts of deliberate irrationality, and its offspring surrealism, which proposed to bypass the rational mind and describe the world strictly in terms of images from the subconscious.
The first attempt at translating this philosophy into film may have been René Clare's 1924 exercise in Dadaism, Entr'acte, which includes jumbled documentary footage of Paris and a coffin that runs wild on its way to a funeral. But cinema's first true masterpiece of surrealism wouldn't arrive in theaters for another five years, not until two of surrealism's greatest practitioners, director Luis Buñuel and painter Salvador Dalí, met for lunch in a Paris café and began talking about their dreams—or perhaps more accurately, their nightmares.

Dali, who was already emerging as the art world's greatest surrealist painter, responded by describing a recent dream of his own where he'd had a vision of ants crawling out of a wound in the palm of his hand.
Thus was born the greatest surrealist film ever created, Un Chien Andalou, sixteen minutes of bizarre imagery that once seen is never forgotten. Buñuel and Dalí carried rocks in their pockets to defend themselves at the film's premiere and were disappointed when the audience loved what they saw. Their fellow surrealists immediately hailed the movie as a masterpiece and Un Chien Andalou ran for eight months in Paris.

Un Chien Andalou has been cited as the inspiration for everything from music videos to independent filmmaking. Premiere magazine recently listed the opening scene as one of the top ten most shocking moments in movie history.
After the success of Un Chien Andalou, Buñuel and Dalí collaborated on one more surrealist film, L'Age d'Or, a feature-length movie I will write about in more detail when I reach the movies of 1930. Although I disagree, many critics believe it's even better than its predecessor.

8 comments:
Not bad, but no mention of cooze that I can seek.
Revise and resubmit. . . .
that asswipe starkweather is no smarter than LC -- a blind man could see that you have produced an essay of unparalleled thoughtfulness, insight, and humour.
Well done, sir.
Hmm. Looks like a round of Silent Star/Serial Killer Smackdown is in order ...
By the way, Part 2 will be up in a couple of days. I'm writing about other surrealist directors, the demise of the movement and its legacy. Also, which of these movies a tired businessman like our good friend Mister S might think are worth the effort ...
I'll bet you weren't aware of the fact that the "G" in Warren G. Harding is for "Grrrrrrr"
tell your friends
He put the "grrr" back in swinger, baby!
Literally, as it turns out. Dope has it he was banging the teenage daughter of a good friend in a closet just off the Oval Office and fathered her illegitimate child.
Talk about impeachable offenses ...
Talk about impeachable offenses ...
Wait -- Did he lie about it in a sworn deposition, then go on national radio to denounce it, and wag his finger?
Grrr indeed.
Hey, I heard somebody explain that the lowest thing they saw Clinton do was to allow his fine bride to go on the Today show, *knowing* she would not only spout vast conspiracies, but deny the wrongdoing.
As someone who couldn't imagine the existence of the dress, myself, I wholly get his move. . . .
Clinton? Who is this Clinton of whom you speak?
I was living out of the country in those days. Tony Blair was the only politician I answered to, although Katie-Bar-The-Door and I did watch the Senate's impeachment vote while sitting in a Dublin hotel room.
Trust me: politics is much more palatable when you're living 4000 miles away from the participants ...
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