It was I.B.Singer who said "Of course I believe in freedom and free will. I have to believe in them. I have no choice." No doubt Bunuel was predestined to make this pointless film about Liberty. It consists of a daisy chain of disconnected, or tenuously connected, episodes that merge into each other in an accidental and meaningless manner. The popular American word is "segue", a musical word, often linked with "seamlessly". I can't remember hearing any music in this film, however. Was there any ? Its only logic is its illogicality, which gets tiresome, if you think about it. It isn't necessary to think about it though, as each episode is fairly interesting on its own, and you wonder what he'll dream up next. The net result, unfortunately, is a feeling of vacuity. The ultimate sensation is one of dissatisfaction.
Senselessness is the aesthetic blight of the last century, ever since Duchamp presented us with his fountain in 1917, voted the most significant work of art of the last 100 years. Some people see The Phantom of Liberty as the ultimate motion picture. The bird at the end is not an ostrich: it's a rhea.
Senselessness is the aesthetic blight of the last century, ever since Duchamp presented us with his fountain in 1917, voted the most significant work of art of the last 100 years. Some people see The Phantom of Liberty as the ultimate motion picture. The bird at the end is not an ostrich: it's a rhea.