One Paragraph Movie Review: L’Age D’Or

Two hundred and ninety-seventh film: L’Age D’Or, Luis Bunuel’s 1930 surrealist commentary on thwarted lust and — as far as I can tell — the importance of sunscreen if you’re a bishop on a beach. Some movies I watch, some I just sit through, and being of limited patience but open-minded artistic curiosity, this was mostly just sat through. The loose storyline concerns a couple who badly want to get it on but keep being interrupted by society, a horse and carriage rolling through a ballroom, a dead man on the ceiling, a cow having a nap on a human’s bed, the aforementioned skeletal bishops by the seashore, and multiple other incongruous bits of imagery that David Lynch would probably rush to take a bath in. I absolutely loved discovering surrealism as a teenager, but I think I’m probably well past my lifetime tolerance quota. Fine. It was fine. Two cheek caresses with a fingerless hand out of five.