In Luis Buñuel’s deliciously satiric masterpiece, an upper-class sextet sits down to dinner but never eats, their attempts continually thwarted by a vaudevillian mixture of events both actual and imagined.
Interesting, and the parts that worked were great, (the stage scene in particular), but I think I was expecting something either more bitingly satirical or more wildly surreal. Instead it just felt like it was walking some middle between those two, without fully commiting either way.