Having experienced little from Bunuel apart from 1929's infamous Un Chien Andalou, I was thrilled to see a more focused experiment from cinema's leading surrealist. Seeing how a group of people quite literally seal themselves into a state of discontentment where humanity's baser instincts thrive...I couldn't help but think of the internet.
The first 1/3 made me feel as though I discovered the 10th circle of hell. Thankfully the film turns away from Andre rhapsodizing about his bohemian living to a more energetic exchange about life, art, and what it means to live with meaning & sincerity. I'm glad I saw it, but true contentment comes with the knowledge that I won't have to look at one more close up of Wallace Shawn.