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Two From Buñuel, “W.”

Two From Buñuel, “W.” (photo)

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Frankly delighted with human folly, and as fluent as a Symbolist poet with the effortlessly iconic image, Luis Buñuel may have been the greatest filmmaker of cinema’s first century. Certainly, among the ten or 12 unassailable masters of the medium, he’s the wittiest, the least sentimental, the most philosophically imaginative and formally the least self-conscious. At the same time, I’d imagine that many cinephiles on, say, the south side of 30 will wonder what the fuss is about — where are the pyrotechnics, the daring rigor, the innovations, the elevation away from avant-gardish pulp and toward high art? Let’s say this: that Buñuel is among the very few cinema giants you couldn’t in your wildest dreams accuse of pretension (Renoir, Ozu and Bresson are the other three), that Buñuel’s sense of irreverence remains a Swiftian glory of a kind too rarely acknowledged as “art,” and that Bunuel’s surgeon-like evaluation of his audience’s desires and impulses is rivaled only by Hitchcock.

But when it comes down to it, you cannot, I think, authentically appreciate Buñuel without becoming a Buñuelian, without naturalizing to the Doppler shift of his embracing, sardonic perspective. There’s little point in comparing Buñuel’s films to other filmmakers’; you could make the case that, for instance, his “Diary of a Chambermaid” is superior, and funnier, in conventional ways than Renoir’s earlier version, but you’d still be standing outside Buñuelonia, looking in from a practical distance. This is the true meaning of auteurism: confronting the filmmaker’s work as it exists on its own plane, as the undissectable expression of a single artist’s personal force, as we would a Stevens poem or a Pollock painting. Artists, even if they’re film directors, aren’t race horses. If we’re lucky, they manage what Buñuel did: the imposition of their personal spirit onto a medium, creating a singular “vision” or context to which you must adapt, because it will not adapt to you.

02102009_SimonoftheDesert.jpgWe do this because there’s pleasure to be had across that border, the uncut, essential pleasure of art, and of cinema when it’s not made by committee. The Buñuels at hand from Criterion, “The Exterminating Angel” (1962) and “Simon of the Desert” (1965), are beautiful, hilarious, prime Buñuel, on the last legs of his underrated and underexamined Mexico period, before he finally moved to France and became world famous all over again. “Angel” is the less problematic of the two; its outrageous dream scenario (guests to an elaborate dinner party inexplicably cannot leave the dining room, for days and then weeks) is easily accessible and loaded with semi-Surrealist satire. But “Simon” is a different case — if it’s no less a masterpiece, that’s because we know the man behind the camera a little, and we’ve learned from him a distinctive sense of the absurd. The parable-like set-up — for a Spanish filmmaker in Mexico, waist-deep his whole life in medieval Catholicism — is choice: in a mythical Mexican outland, a self-styled ascetic “saint” (Buñuel staple and Mexican institution Claudio Brook) lives atop an enormous pillar in order to demonstrate his selflessness and devotion to God. (The pillar, an “advance” on a more modest one, is provided by an unseen “benefactor” — sanctification is a business, too.)

Unfortunately for Simon, the local peasants and clergy won’t leave him be; recognizing his holiness, they demand sacraments, and with each confrontation, Simon’s piety becomes a little more testy. The crowning moment of duplicity from Señor “I’m an atheist, thank God” Buñuel is the moment when Simon actually performs a miracle, restoring a thief’s severed hands — the newly blessed man and his family instantly, greedily turn on their heels and go home without a glimpse of gratitude or awe, having gotten what they wanted. (Still, the most rancid slams are reserved for the priests, who see their own power base jeopardized by the hapless schmuck on the pillar.) Eventually, of course, the Devil shows up, in the form of luscious Silvia Pinal, to tempt Simon, landing him eventually in a contemporary nightclub, where his brand of monastic dedication has no meaning whatsoever. (Contrary to various readings of this scene — Pauline Kael griped that the pop-boogie decadence is not actually terribly sinful — it’s clear that Buñuel saw rock ‘n’ roll youth culture as a joyous escape from old-world conservatism. The cocktail-&-sex-loving Luis was, after all, no reactionary.) “Simon” is, famously, an unfinished film, clocking in at 45 minutes, the victim of an empty-pocketed producer. But however mitigated by circumstance, as a launch out of Buñuel’s humane-but-acid-soaked brainpan it is life-invigorating, surpassingly lovely (the last Buñuel piece photographed by Gabriel Figueroa) and invaluable. For those of us who have been initiated, undiluted Buñuel morsels are worth their weight in caviar.

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Your Portlandia Personality Test

The New Portlandia Webseries Is Going Your Way

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Carrie and Fred understand that although we have so much in common, we’re each so beautifully unique and different. To help us navigate those differences, Portlandia has found an easy and honest way to embrace our special selves in the form of a progressive new traffic system: a specific lane for every kind of driver. It’s all in honor of the show’s 8th and final season, and it’s all presented by Subaru.

Ready to find out who you really are? Match your personality to a lane and hop on the expressway to self-understanding.

Lane 10: Trucks Piled With Junk

Your junk is falling out of your trunk. Shake a tail light, people — this lane is for you.

Lane 33: Twins

You’re like a Gemini, but waaaay more pedestrian. Maybe you and a friend just wear the same outfits a lot. Who cares, it’s just twinning enough to make you feel special.

Lane 27: Broken Windows

Bad luck follows you around and everyone knows it. Your proverbial seat is always damp from proverbial rain. Is this the universe telling you to swallow your pride? Yes.

Lane 69: Filthy Cars

You’re all about convenience. Getting your car washed while you drive is a no-brainer.

Lane 43: Newly Divorced Singles

It’s been a while since you’ve driven alone, and you don’t know the rules of the road anymore. What’s too fast? What’s too slow? Are you sending the right signals? Don’t worry, the breakdown lane is nearby if you need it.

Still can’t find a lane to match your personality? Check out all the videos here. And see the final season of Portlandia this spring on IFC.

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Last-Minute Holiday Gift Guide

Hits from the '80s are on repeat all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC.

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It’s the final countdown to Christmas and thanks to IFC’s movie marathon all Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, you can revel in classic ’80s films AND find inspiration for your last-minute gifts. Here are our recommendations, if you need a head start:

Musical Instrument

Great analog entertainment substitute when you refuse to give your kid the Nintendo Switch they’ve been drooling over.

Breakfast In Bed

Any significant other or child would appreciate these Uncle Buck-approved flapjacks. Just make sure you’re not stuck on clean up duty.

Cocktail Supplies

You’ll need them to get through the holidays.

Dance Lessons

So you can learn to shake-shake-shake (unless you know ghosts willing to lend a hand).

Comfy Clothes

With all the holiday meals, there may be some…embigenning.



Get even more great inspiration all Christmas Eve and Day on IFC, and remember…

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A-O Rewind

Celebrating Portlandia One Sketch at a Time

The final season of Portlandia approaches.

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Most people measure time in minutes, hours, days, years…At IFC, we measure it in sketches. And nothing takes us way (waaaaaay) back like Portlandia sketches. Yes, there’s a Portlandia milepost from every season that changed the way we think, behave, and pickle things. In honor of Portlandia’s 8th and final season, Subaru presents a few of our favorites.

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Put A Bird On It

Portlandia enters the pop-culture lexicon and inspires us to put birds on literally everything.

Colin the Chicken

Who’s your chicken, really? Behold the emerging locavore trend captured perfectly to the nth degree.

Dream Of The ’90s

This treatise on Portland made it clear that “the dream” was alive and well.

No You Go

We Americans spend most of our lives in cars. Fortunately, there’s a Portlandia sketch for every automotive situation.

A-O River!

We learned all our outdoor survival skills from Kath and Dave.

One More Episode

The true birth of binge watching, pre-Netflix. And what you’ll do once Season 8 premieres.

Catch up on Portlandia’s best moments before the 8th season premieres January 18th on IFC.

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