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Luis Buñuel, Un Chien Andalou, 1929.

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Luis Buñuel, Un Chien Andalou, 1929.

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Luis Buñuel, Un Chien Andalou, 1929.

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Luis Buñuel, Un Chien Andalou, 1929.

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Pervasive themes include nuns, noir, trash, art-wank, viscera, boobs, surrealism, and varying combinations thereof.

Here, we dream longingly of resurrecting the respectively pickled cadavers of Divine and Oliver Reed for a neo-noir Sapphic nun film based loosely on The Story of the Eye, made highbrow through an aspiring Bernard Herrmann soundtrack written by Goblin, and recycling the dolphin fountain pool last used for Showgirls as a chief prop.

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