Un Chien Andalou is an insane avant-garde short film made in 1928 by Spanish director Luis Bruñuel and surrealist painter Salvador Dalí.  When you first see it, the film is pretty unsettling, and whether you fall in love with it or not, you will not be able to easily forget it.  However, after a few viewings, you may very well recognize some of the same qualities you enjoy in Dali's paintings.

With it's scenes depicting overt sexuality and a bold sort of creepiness, its just astonishing how far ahead of its time Un Chien Andalou is.  How funny to imagine an audience in the 1920's reacting to such a thing.  The film has no discernible plot.  Nothing really makes sense, so its no surprise to learn that if an idea could be explained rationally, Bruñuel and Dalî would not allow it into the script.  That's why you get ants crawling out of the hole in a human hand.  A male nun precariously riding a bike.  A blind woman poking at a severed hand in the middle of the road.  A man, pissed-off and horny, dragging a piano, dead donkeys, the ten commandments and two priests.  You know, like you do.

After seeing this for the first time, you may feel a heightened sense of awareness, as if you know a tiny but exciting, little secret.  You'll think, "How could I have come this far in my life and not have known this existed?"  You love Dalî.  You've seen his paintings in art exhibits, you've got a giant coffee table book of his art - - hell you may have been to one of his museums.  How did you not know about this before?!

After seeing it, you'll finally know what ol' Black Francis was screaming about on Debaser from your favorite Pixies album, Doolittle.  "Got me a movie, I want you to know!  Slicing up eyeballs, I want you to know!  I don't know about you, but I am Un Chien Andalou(sia)!"

So come on, slice up some eyeballs in the name of surrealist film.  Our love washes over you.  Can you feel it?