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The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie
A surreal, virtually plotless series of dreams centered around six middle-class people and their consistently interrupted attempts to have a meal together.
What can I say; I think I’ve found a new favourite director after a single film.
Buñuel has the same high regard for both his characters and audience alike. Like a cat with a mouse, he toys with them; tosses them up in the air, bats them about a while, then sits back and watches them wobble and stumble about; all the time his tail gingerly flicking. Just when you think you have your bearings; and escape into a lush field of meaning is within grasp; he pounces again.
I’ve read that Buñuel was an accomplished hypnotist in his youth, and that he believed that the movies were a form of hypnotism. I believe it; I’m still in a trance.
A winding, inescapable nightmare separated by emptiness. If this wasn't so harshly hilarious it would be impossible to take in, mainly because entitlement doesn't seem like a topic to showcase without a certain measure of levity. Its structure, beginning like an awkward play of misunderstandings, soon dissolves into a satirical depiction of grating realities, utilizing the energy of chaos as a contrast between the consistently still and contained imagery. Even the most surrealistic incident within this dreamlike series of events carries an unflinching eye, viewing all the strange and despicable behavior like a curious animal; wide-eyed and casually attentive.
Don't you hate it when restaurants run out of water?
When I first heard the title, I thought, "Finally! Someone's going to tell the truth about the bourgeoisie!" What a disappointment. It would be hard to imagine a less fair or, or accurate portrait.
Hard to quantify the cumulative satirical force this movie brings to bear, as it maintains the same level of genial drollery from start to finish. I always start out mildly amused, wind up gobsmacked...but it seems entirely possible that shuffling the scenes at random would have much the same effect. It's just a single pointed joke that gets funnier and funnier, abetted by a sextet of actors who refrain from any winking or nudging—Bulle Ogier in particular achieves maximum vacuity without calling attention to herself…
Another Buñuel and again I must rhyme;
Appropriate since it's much weirder this time.
Though unlike before where things start with the feast
In ...Charm it seems eating's like sex to a priest:
Forbidden, taboo, and declined against will
Though suffering fools keep attempting their fill.
A sextet of dilettantes (much like before)
Discuss what is proper, indulgent, and more.
But there where 'society' deemed what is right,
Cocaine/infidelity/murder's our plight.
A strange set of morals; I guess that's the key
To poke fun at people more, well, discreetly.
Their wealth and their social esteem's much less clear
And so is their odd way of showing good cheer.
Confounded by knocking at every turn,
That damned door's bad luck, yet…
Christopher Nolan eat your heart out, because The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie has an even wilder dream-in-dream-in-dream-in-dream construction than Inception. The entire film revolves around sextet of middle-class friend who attempt to dine together, but who are repeatedly interrupted by the most mildly absurd circumstances that are nevertheless nonchalantly accepted by each of them, spawning a bizarre pseudo-world that constantly fools the audience. Starting off as merely amusing, the joke of the unachievable dinner plans builds and builds and builds into something much larger that gets funnier with every twist and turn. The same formula applies to the ‘side-stories’, such as the one centred on the alleged deprivation of the fictitious Republic of Miranda of which one of the…
Holy bejeezus, what an odd film. I mean truly odd. Not in the Lynch way, though, but in some completely new way. Sometimes it plays out like a Monty Python skit. Sometimes it feels like French New Wave. Sometimes it feels like a laugh track is missing. Sometimes it comes this close to slapstick but without the pay-off. It is definitely satire, though, that much I can say with confidence. The film pokes fun at so many things it could be (and probably has been) the subject of many a PhD dissertation.
I honestly can't write a review of it, at least not without spending way too much time I don't have right now reading about it.
All I can say is it is truly odd, and compelling and engaging and I loved it. I really loved it.
Watched in April 2011
When a group of upper class bourgeoisie friends arrive for a dinner party only for the host to announce they have the wrong night they venture out to find a meal finding themselves at a restaurant whose owner has died yet they open anyway. There follows a series of encounters between the friends as they meet up for various social events involving dinners, where inexplicably they are interrupted by more and more bizarre situations.
These gatherings are interspersed with accounts told by strangers of situations that also seem to have nothing to do with the main characters and gradually the film becomes more surreal as events that seem to occur turn out to be dreams.
[metacinema, affluence, social stratification, crime, religion, poverty]
The Exterminating Angel but with added humor and dream sequences. Some truly hilarious moments, but still pretty boring and unambitious.
Perhaps the funniest Bunuel I have seen, though he could probably attack this target in his sleep. What really kicks this up a notch is the dark, horrific undercurrent he brings in through dream sequences and apparitions.
The ghostly dream interludes are genuinely disconcerting, and undercut the comedy to suggest the existential angst at the heart of all of Bunuel's satire. Essentially "this is wrong, but I don't know what's right." He's wandering around in a world that baffles him, no purpose provided to him other than to remind the corrupted that, they too, will eventually die.
I have to be honest, the humour in this film just didn't connect with me.
hysterical and - although possibly somewhat dated - capricious ....
"you just insulted the Republic of Miranda!"
The enchantment comes by sofisticated sprinkles of recreation
I think I'm going to have a hard time actually understanding what had gone on in the film. It's something that is truly bizarre with little logic that follows in it.
These people journey around trying to eat some dinner until something unexpected (and totally illogical) interrupts their process. They don't talk much about anything worthwhile except for their wealth and politics and the food they want to eat.
The film doesn't give a damn like any other film you've seen before. It gets weird real quick and doesn't stop with its oddities. I don't even know if it was trying to say something, or even be a surreal comedy, everything just sort of happens until it ends. It doesn't…
"Those pesky rich folks am I right fellas?" - Luis Bunuel, probably
Buñuel, my love
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