Hello to all those faithfully reading and hopefully enjoying this effort to make even the worst horror movie more watcha... aw, screw that - I'm not that good. If a movie makes you cringe because yet another batch of unlikable teens that are pushing 30 are inching toward their deaths, having a party no one does anywhere ever, a paranormal movie is boring you to tears with unending pans of empty rooms, or thanks to CGI technology when people finally bite it, their blood squirts everywhere except on the victim, the ground, the people next to them... you're in good company and this is the right place for you.

Saturday, February 23, 2013


Un Chien Andalou aka An Andelusian Dog (1929) France

Who says everybody was tame and boring back in the roaring 20's? There was Salvador Dali for one - a real party animal. I really don't know what he was like, but if he could make something like this, he was one cool dude. Oh yeah, and Luis Bunuel too.

If you've got about 15 minutes to partake in something - surreal ('cause that's how long this film runs) then put away your preconceptions about what confusing and psychedelic is and have a gander at this piece of art. And it IS art, partly because it was made with Salvador Dali and partly because it explores what you can do with images (no sound of course) that do not have to tell a story or make sense. Oh, and how to make people queasy too. He even appears in the film - a little bit of ego showing there but hey, he made a better 15 minute piece of cinema than a thousand bad B movies.

For 15 minutes, there is no plot, no chronology, just imagery galore that bounces from one thing to another. As for title cards, there is none for the dialogue (there really isn't any dialogue anyway), just a card here and there to say things like 'once upon a time' or 'eight years later' although none of THAT makes any sense either. Because this is not a story, this is art. Some might make your stomach a little fluttery, but hey, if he could have made more, I'd watch it.

You've got eye slicing, men riding bicycles in nun habits, a peek at Salvador himself, jumps from here to there without explanation, and a sudden ending with a picture of a death's-head hawkmoth (yes, they do exist). What more could you ask for in 15 minutes?

'The Persistence Of Memory'