Joel and I saw this 16 minute silent film at the LACMA Dali and Film exhibit. It's a collaboration between Dali and Luis Bunuel (~ on that n) and it makes absolutely not a damned bit of sense. At the very beginning a man slices open a woman's eyeball with straight razor, at another point ants stream out of a hole in a man's hand, someone gets hit by a car . . . . . There isn't a plot of any recognizable sort and none of the usual somewhat helpful subtitles (only time indicators that don't run in any chronological order).
Before watching this in the gallery, we attended part of the worst lecture ever given. The woman had notes but it really seemed like she'd been told two minutes before the lecture that she'd be giving a lecture on a subject she knew nothing about. She said she'd "read some things" and they said . . . . but never cited the sources. And she actually said at one point "if the relationship [between Dali and Bunuel] wasn't homosexual, it was right there between them." What?
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Just a confirmation of my lack of intellectualism: I thought this post was going to be about puppy of the day.
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