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Ein Rasiermesser durchschneidet das Auge eines jungen Mädchens. Aus einer Hand quillen Ameisen. Und zwischen Bildern wie aus verstörenden Träumen entfaltet sich das Thema von zwei Liebenden, deren Verlangen unbefriedigt bleibt. Mit Ein Andalusischer Hund (1929) und Das Goldene Zeitalter (1930) schockten zwei junge Spanier das bürgerliche Kunstpublikum, und begründeten ihre Karrieren als Künstler und Filmemacher: Luis Buñuel und Salvador Dalí. Kaum ein Tabu, das die Filme nicht verletzten: Kirche und Religion, bürgerliche Doppelmoral und Sexualität... (Verleiher-Text)
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Zwölf Jahre später sah ich Buñuels ikonischen surrealistischen Film erneut, und meine Gefühle gegenüber den dargestellten Szenen blieben unangenehm. Der andalusische Hund ist einerseits morbide und pervers, andererseits - vielleicht ungewollt - recht humorvoll. Der aufgeschnittene Augapfel, die auf dem Klavier aufgezogenen Tierkadaver, die allgegenwärtige Lust und dieses "stigmatische Kribbeln" - als ob der Betrachter eine Art kranken Traum sieht, der ihn erschreckt (und vielleicht sogar unbewusst fasziniert).
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A series of interesting parables that might not be too bad to struggle through; but as a standalone film, completely unusable.
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Watching Un Chien Andalou is like looking at a famous exhibit in a dusty museum collection, signed by two equally famous masters. For a movie fan, it is a duty to know them, for a snob to admire them, and for an egoist to claim to have understood them. Surrealism, for me, means Jan Švankmajer, Terry Gilliam, or indeed Luis Buñuel in his later films, such as The Exterminating Angel. Un Chien Andalou is an experiment that stood somewhere at the beginning and now has the value of just that dusty museum exhibit, which cannot emotionally engage me, and only the split eye sticks in my memory. I would say it is an experimental film for a small minority of intellectuals. Given the number of reviewers, it seems to be quite widespread. Overall impression: 45%.
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I can stomach almost all exotic and extinct genre varieties of cinema, but fuck this one. Surrealism should have stayed in painting and, at most, in literature, which nobody reads nowadays anyway, but not in film, where it has absolutely nothing to say except a bunch of question marks. I came and saw a film that can’t be understood... so I didn't really lose.
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I like the idea of people going to the movie theater for this, and right in the first scene, they're greeted with a slashed eye. It must have been surreal at the time. It's a pretty powerful experience even today. The film doesn't seem all that incomprehensible to me; rather, I feel it's more of an associative surrealism where what's in the mind appears in reality, and that's when it stops making sense. That’s what makes it beautiful. The scene with the woman who doesn't succumb to the man's desire is excellent proof of that. An incredibly daring film for its time, and I'm glad it didn't remain forgotten or lost somewhere.
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