Luis Buñuel Portolés (Spanish pronunciation: [ˈlwis βuˈɲwel]; 22 February 1900 – 29 July 1983) was a Spanish-born Mexican filmmaker who worked in Spain, Mexico, France and the United States.
Buñuel was born in Calanda, a small town in the province of Teruel, in Aragón, Spain, to Leonardo Buñuel and María Portolés. He would later describe his birthplace by saying that in Calanda, "the Middle Ages lasted until World War I." The oldest of seven children, Luis had two brothers, Alfonso and Leonardo, and four sisters: Alicia, Concepción, Margarita and María.
When Buñuel was just four and a half months old, the family moved to Zaragoza, where they were one of the wealthiest families in town. In Zaragoza, Buñuel received a strict Jesuit education at the private Colegio del Salvador. After being kicked and insulted by the study hall proctor before a final exam, Buñuel refused to return to the school. He told his mother he had been expelled, which was not true—and what's more, he had received the highest marks on his world history exam. Buñuel finished the last two years of his high school education at the local public school.
Plot
"The Death of Salvador Dali" brings the paranoiac, flamboyant Dali into the office and head-space of an unsuspecting Sigmund Freud. When Salvador seeks Freud's assistance to inject madness into his art, tables are turned, student becomes teacher, and doctor becomes patient. Unwittingly subjected to chaos, deception, and guns, Freud and madness itself become mere ingredients in Dali's grand, secret agenda.
Keywords: cane, cuckold, death, desk, dream-within-a-dream, dream-within-a-dream-within-a-dream, falling-through-a-roof, gala, gun, husband-wife-relationship
Bauer: The lobster telephone...::Rosey: ...is as decorative...::Bauer: ...as a testicle.::Rosey: Our crab phone...::Bauer: ...is much better.::Bauer: Hello?::Rosey: Hello?::Bauer: Hello?::Rosey: Hello?
Aragon: [Looking at Dali's "The Enigma of William Tell"] If I believed in God, I would call that blasphemous.
Andre Breton: We have a responsibility even to our dreams.
Andre Breton: Dali has said that his friends' mishaps delight him. How can he enjoy the pain of his friends?::Salvador Dali: This is wrong?::Andre Breton: This is anti-proletarian, anti-humanitarian, and revolting.
Andre Breton: [regarding an article written about Dali] Surrealism has been insulted and the grammar is appalling!
Bauer: Well, maybe he's got a point. That Hitler stuff was great.::Rosey: It wasn't that good.::Bauer: Well, why don't you come up with something then?::Rosey: Maybe I will!
Gala Dali: It's time.::Salvador Dali: Yes.::Gala Dali: Which sweater will you wear?::Salvador Dali: All of them!
Aragon: His failure to arrive must be seen as a dissension!::Rosey: It must be seen as...::Bauer: ...his inability to tell time.
Rosey: [after seeing "Un Chien Andalou"] Superbly paranoiac, Buñuel.::Bunuel: Oh, it was nothing, really.::Bauer: I found it absolutely degrading. Congratulations.::Bunuel: You're too kind.
Rosey: Bauer, will you begin?::Bauer: [Bauer hops on to the table and pointS to each person before he speaks] Knock, knock.::Andre Breton: Who is there?::Bauer: The King of England.::Rosey: Yes, out of curiosity.::Andre Breton: No, lacks style.::Aragon: No, I wasn't expecting you.::Yoyotte: Erm... yes, but in silence.::Salvador Dali: [to Yayotte] What is going on?::Yoyotte: I have no idea.::Waiter: [to Bauer on the table] Oi, down!