This is how I would introduce a newcomer to foreign classics, from most accessible to least accessible. I'm still a…
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.
Eine stetig unterbrochene Verabredung zum Essen von Upper Class Mitgliedern driftet mehr und mehr ins Komische, Absurde und Surrealistische ab. Eine böse Beobachtung des zwar manierlichen, jedoch durch und durch verdorbenen Verhaltens ihrer Mitglieder.
Toll gespielt, fotografiert und in Szene gesetzt.
Surreal Bunuel at his most accessible with a story surrounding a group of diners who are constantly prevented from eating.
Whilst things seem rather un-Bunuel at the start with little in the sense of the totally surreal, as the film approaches its conclusion it picks up considerably and becomes a thoroughly enjoyable watch with perhaps one of the most accurate dream sequences I've ever seen.
I liked it more the second time, but it's still probably my least favorite Buñuel, which is really saying something about how great his career was.
Luis Buñuel's most frivolously witty movie, directed (at the age of 72) with exhilarating ease. It's a cosmic vaudeville show-an Old Master's mischief. He is no longer savage about the hypocrisy and inanity of the privileged classes; he has grown almost fond of their follies-the way one can grow fond of the snarls and the silliness of vicious pets. This episodic story is about a group of six friends-discreetly charming amoral beasts-whose attempts to have dinner together are always being interrupted: food, that ritual center of bourgeois well-being, keeps eluding them. Buñuel takes an offhand, prankish approach to the medium; he keeps tweaking us, catching us up in an anecdote or a spooky death joke, and then dropping it. With Stéphane Audran, Julien Bertheau (who plays a bishop with supreme finesse), Fernando Rey, Delphine Seyrig, Jean-Pierre Cassel, Paul Frankeur, Bulle Ogier, Milena Vukotiç, Claude Piéplu, and Michel Piccoli. Written by Buñuel and Jean-Claude Carrière. In French.
O DISCRETO CHARME DA BURGUESIA - Os efervescentes anos sessenta ainda pulsavam quando Buñuel escreveu o roteiro mostrando um grupo de amigos com uma proximidade falsa e cheia de interesse. Uma crítica ácida e bem humorada do vazio da burguesia francesa e seu gosto pelas futilidades.
When a filmmaker has the tenacity to create a film that's freed from the confines of typical narrative, and he knows how to do it properly (a key point), what you have is a fascinating, fresh film experience. Bunuel succeeds. I like the subtle satire and the dark humor, but what I love about this film is the brilliant free-flowing, carefree narrative. It's fun, amusing, and refreshingly unhinged.
An oscar winner and one of the latest Luis Bunuel films, this is a brilliant comedy with great performances and some unforgettable scenes.
Time is an illusion; Teatime doubly so.
The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie is quite simply one of the most frustratingly entertaining films I've ever seen, its a gesamtkunstwerk of social satire and cinema meta-humor that essentially trolls the audience half the time.
When I mentioned this film was frustrating i really meant it, it describes itself as 'virtually plotless' and almost lacking any narrative direction in a traditional sense. Of course it ties into the satirical themes (which i wont even delve into as not to spoil the film) but come on...Its pretty much an hour and a half of non stop dinner scenes. Yep...that's the film, six boujwa we learn almost nothing about with no discernible traits to…
I was not charmed by the film. Maybe its charm was too discreet for me. Bunuel, is not very easy to comprehend for general watchers like me. I immensely loved-"Viridiana"-but failed to connect to Tristana etc. There is no doubt concerning his skills in the trade. There is no doubt "the discreet charm" is a good film. However. it is not a film I'll re-watch.
The dreams depicted in the film are extraordinarily intuitive. It does take us to the mind chamber of the bourgeoisie-depicts their fear and apprehensions beautifully. The dreams of the soldiers are also symbolic. Yes, the film succeeds in drawing the life-style of the bourgeoisie, contrasting them with life style of other sectors of society.
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