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Like those who have previously written about this film (I am referring to Stoopid), I hesitate to express a judgment, but Luis Buñuel's The Exterminating Angel is a work that speaks for itself.
It was after watching it three times that I decided to try to understand the conflicting sensations and reflections that the Spanish director gave me.
The story narrated is full of symbols, all aimed at highlighting a social division reaching its end, a total impoverishment of the bourgeoisie, allusions to religion, existentialism and politics, psychoanalysis, etc...
It's complex to delve into the film because this series of topics is treated in a surrealist way, by a director who breaks out of every mold.
The final caption reads: "Then the Lamb of God will ascend the altar. It’s the last judgment, the cage that imprisons sin will close for the last time and it will be for eternity."
In my youthful mind, all that chaos of dignified and composed people, later gone mad and crumpled, enlightened me. If everything was based on a necessary criticism of society, the collective, it is aimed at each one of us, at ourselves.
My mind is an endless succession of thoughts clashing with each other, a continuous battle between the different facets of personality.
If the living room represents the cage in the film, the hell, the long eternity, I stopped to think that my cage and my hell is my mind.
The long eternities during which we are prisoners of ourselves, doubtful, angry, confused, unjust, critical, evil, vindictive, understanding, happy, insane.... and we can’t stop the chaos. It reigns supreme, begins to harvest its first victims, and when you think you can stop it, you can’t.
You are in your head.
It’s not raining at all outside but inside it's like a storm, and you are in the coldest of landscapes. In particular periods of existence, it's like feeling trapped, claustrophobic, in our own body.
Buñuel breaks the monotony of standardized people, placed at the top of a society for no reason, and puts them on a precipice, which is nothing more than a door they cannot cross.
In the position of having to leave, they gave way to each other, thus becoming enemies of one another. But, if you think about it, aren’t we our own worst enemy?
"A fragile mixture of sordid vices, guilty weaknesses, splendid virtues, man bears within himself his own condemnation and salvation. His very soul is the cage that will imprison him until the exterminating angel comes to separate innocence from sin, humility from pride, hate from love."
Beyond all suggestion, I truly appreciated this film (perhaps more than others by Buñuel) and highly recommend everyone to watch it.
Well, can I ask a favor from the person behind me??? Push me out...
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