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‘If you’re trying to have your self-esteem utterly enlarged, you’ve come to the right escort’: DC’s select international male escorts for the month of January 2018

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SecretBeach, 22
Helsinki

I have a sexual service i offer that is very rare but widely misunderstood so i’m not gonna say it here. I’m not gonna lie, anyone who hires me for even an hour is gonna have issues. I warn everyone about this side of me before we get too far.

Dick L, Cut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position No entry
Kissing No entry
FF No entry
S&M No entry
Dirty No entry
Rate per hour 150 €
Overnight 500 €

 

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PrinceOfBareback, 21
Hamburg

My name is Prince of Bareback. I live in beautiful Hamburg. I come from a small town on the North Sea!
Many hate me, some love me ^^
Decide for yourself which side you want me to belong to!
In my opinion it is not a decision to fuck Bare, it is an attitude towards life!
I have decided, you too?
Well then, let’s get started!

Guestbook of PrinceOfBareback

buttguy – Jan 8, 2018
Just wanted to pop in here and give some props to PrinceOfBareback who’s just another reasonably cute breeding pig but his marketing skills both here in his profile and the “princely” performance he gives in person effectively enhanced the cumdumping experience into a class act and that ability deserves credit.

Orjan – Dec 28, 2017
I’d only fucked girls before so a tasty hole was interesting to try.

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 100 €
Overnight 450 €

 

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amuse_yourself, 19
Paris

Words are alive when put into Action.

Recently arrived in Paris, I see how life is too expensive here! So I see I will have to give up my freedom of choice to survive 🙂

I’m always young. Bring wine.

Dick XL, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF Active/Passive
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour 200 €
Overnight 500 €

 

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FrenchGuyNeedYou, 24
Paris

I INJECT YOU WITH PHARMACEUTICALS THEN MASSAGE YOU

RISK FREE: sterile medical equipment for single use

REVERSIBLE: resorption of physiological water after a few hours

WITHOUT BAD SURPRISE: injection rate control

PRIORITY AND DISCOUNT FOR WHITE TWEENS WHO SELF-HARM

Guestbook of FrenchGuyNeedYou

Rapewhore – Jan 9, 2018
He look just like Seth green .

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position No entry
Kissing No
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No entry
Rate per hour 250 €
Overnight 450 €

 

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tanlovecocks, 19
Dallas

Ok well I’m never good with these things so I’ll start with my name

Hey I’m Gregory

Umm I’m bi and only go with men for money

Well straight but chill is probably more accurate

Hmm only been with a handful of paying men and find myself disappointed with how quick they cum

You would think I would be thrilled to get it over with so that’s strange about me

What am I into … anal intercourse in the passive role (which still surprises the hell out of me)

I don’t suck cock and no cum in my mouth but please put it on my face

I’m so sincere and committed and trustworthy and honest

Guestbook of tanlovescocks

hnnnn – Dec 31, 2017
Hiring a straight escort hoping to fuck a straight guy is like going to McDonald’s to order salad.

Dick M, Cut
Body Athletic
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position More bottom
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour 100 $
Overnight 300 $

 

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noplaceidratherbe, 22
Houston

Looking for paid sessions where he is screwed and fucked

S stripped
C consent is given to become your temporary set of holes except no asking me to do criminal acts
R restrained if you like to put my holes in the forefront
E enema to clean me out to avoid “messy” mishaps
W whimpering, moaning, begging all good but silence is priceless so gag me if you prefer
E exchange of money for me
D desirous, desired, desiring

and

F fear or shyness in my eyes should not be taken seriously by you
U u rented me so use me, cock sucking, banging, gang banging, spit roasting, toys, maybe one of your friends
C cbt, tt, clamps, hot wax, flogging with prearranged generous tip. Pain purifies
K knowing its effect try some ginger, ben gay or other substance, anything designed to enhance the experience
E Experiment, explore my holes, try something new but don’t make me black and blue
D Decide at the end of 2 to 4 hours of use, I respectfully request you to pay

🚗I HAVE A CAR, I CAN MOVE TOWARDS YOU🚗

Guestbook of noplaceidratherbe

guywhopaints – Jan 3, 2017
Let me just start by saying that he’s not “slim” but not skinny either I think. In between slim and skinny I would say. Let me continue by saying he seemed like he was in a trance and speaks in a strange monotone. I would say the only downside apart from his rather zombie demeanour is that he snaps his fingers relentlessly, every five to ten seconds, and can’t seem to stop.

Dick XL, Cut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
FF Passive
S&M Yes
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 200 $
Overnight Ask

 

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HumanDildo, 18
Atlanta

I want to be paid to be fucked to the point of total satisfaction. But not like right now.

Dick M, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 150 $
Overnight 300 $

 

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Sgt, 24
Miami

I am Sgt., At first it is a little about myself: I’m 24years old, originally from Troy,Michigan in USA,currently in khaboul,Afghanistan to serve my country USA and safe peoples life .I will be on leave in Miami 12/28-01/29 and available then.In more details I will tell to you about myself in the following mail if I am interesting to you and you wish to make our acquaintance!!!My star sign is cancer but I’m not into astrology .I have been married before and i had a son peter 3years old but he stays with my mom back home .

Guestbook of Sgt

tamira – Dec 26, 2017
step out of the ratrace, not only during hoilidays… but just step out of it forever.

Dick L, Cut
Body Athletic
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF Active
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour 250 $
Overnight 400 $

 

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ImPrecious, 19
Long Beach

A really strong stat that grabs employer interest.

Guestbook of ImPrecious

ImPrecious (Owner) – Jan 6, 2018
I am now being “kept” by a big Hollywood movie Producer/Director (you know his name :-O ) and no longer available.

ImPrecious (Owner) – Dec 29, 2017
I’m mainly looking for guys to eat my butt while I sleep with Netflix in the background.

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF Active/Passive
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 180 $
Overnight 480 $

 

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Headcase, 20
Kuala Lumpur

I’m completely new to the whole escort scene, but I’ve always had an urge to be one. I honestly can not remember ever having had sex where I didn’t need to fantasise that my partner or boyfriend was paying me to get excited enough to be hard and cum. My favorite thing to happen during is when I’m on all fours and licking my partner’s feet, whilst having periods of facesitting (my face being the seat!) in between. Though I’ve done both of these things with partners who haven’t actually paid me, I’ve yet to do them with someone who’s really paying me. I think if someone is willing to do those two things and pay me to do them I will die of happiness.

Guestbook of Headcase

thongandgo – Jan 11, 2018
Best thing about him: very submissive
Bad thing about him: precum issues, he started leaking the second he looked at me

Dick L, Cut
Body Skim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position No entry
Kissing No entry
FF No
S&M Yes
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour Ask
Overnight Ask

 

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JoshtheOneandOnly, 19
Cardiff

Back! :3 Teen weirdo seeks paying bully.

Hi I’m Josh,

Well I’m broke again and looking for another older sadistic cunt with an overflowing wallet to give me utter hell in a safe environment.

Into (for the right price):

Torture to brutal levels
Intense suffering over prolonged periods
Brutal Abuse
Agro
Bullying and general cruelty for fun
Humiliation
Outdoors
Loads more too!!

For reasons that are obvious I can only take one sadistic client every 2 to 2 1/2 months at the least. I am currently recovering and will accept my next booking for the middle of March at soonest.

I would like to thank EVERYONE who hired me for making this year much more bearable!

Josh xx

Dick S, Cut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
FF Passive
S&M Yes
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 150 £
Overnight 300 £

 

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Jonny1010, 21
San Diego

Um well I’m have sex with any paying guy and I love dicks and I like pussy but I love dick and I’ve has sex with all my family 3 brothers 2 sisters mother father grandfather 3 uncles 1 aunt and I’m pretty when I cry so yeah come at me

🐥+🐂= 🔥

Guestbook of Jonny1010

Alanoth99 – Jan 1, 2018
You never know what boys have to go home to after you fuck them… please be kind.

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position More bottom
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour 150 $
Overnight 450 $

 

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kyle-tom, 20
Senec

Here I know what I am … I am a very good slut with a great little ass … I owe everything I am to it and it is often hungry so I feed it.

There is no precise place to make me take, I like in all places, in the woods against a tree, in a car.

My ass can be fingering, blown, sucked, rummaged through, fucked and filled without problem … My ass accept uro as donor and catcher anywhere in the room or in the bathtub … I love taking a shower with someone and getting raped.

If a reasonable conversation comes about before or after, I’m not against giving out my number. I am also searching for a lyf partner.

Guestbook of kyle-tom

kyle-tom (Owner) – Jan 11, 2018
Awww thanks Dave it was really good and i had fun :)) Nice to meet another star trek fan!

Dave – Jan 11, 2018
When I arrived he was drunk as a skunk, wobbling around, slurring his words, but that only made all of my inhibitions fly away. I made a bee-line for his beautiful ass and had my “fill” while he obliviously drank and refilled his glass … a win-win situation if there ever was one.

kyle-tom (Owner) – Jan 4, 2018
Says the guy who fucked me up, down, and sideways for four hours and had to be yelled at to stop.

King-of-Twinks – Jan 4, 2018
am i only one here who thinks kyle needs to seriously stop drinking, go to rehab, something???? the alcoholism is already running his looks and i could smell his liver through his back!!!!

kyle-tom (Owner) – Dec 31, 2017
Anytime i had a lot of fun as always 🙂

Zone999 – Dec 30, 2017
Well, where do I start ? We met for overnight, so last night was the overnight. When I arrived cocktails were already poured and waiting and that set the tone for the evening they just kept flowing. I must say sometimes when you fuck someone who is “too drunk” you feel like a terrible person but not with you Kyle,the drunkenness just made me feel like I could go on and on. I think your ass has converted me to a Trekkie haha.

kyle-tom (Owner) – Dec 13, 2017
Thanks so much Paul it was great Live long and prosper!

PaulReticulean – Dec 13, 2017
Met Jack at his place which is like a floor-to-ceiling Star Trek shrine! First impression is that he is even cuter than his photos suggest. Second impression is that he is a serious alcoholic. Third impression is Thank the Lord for that! We had a lot of drinks before moving upstairs where he gave me his gorgeous ass on a virtual silver platter and the two hours flew by. I left happy and stinking like a rose!

Dick M, Unut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
FF No
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty YWS only
Rate per hour On request
Overnight On request

 

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BOY-OF-FIRE, 18
Manchester

Hi, escort to be here, very young, want to be taken by a predator, and get some spending money.

Ask for my address, parents away 9-7, place is free for the week sooo

Guestbook of BOY-OF-FIRE

ChicagoCubs – Jan 2, 2018
I paid attention to the “18”, not the “very young”, but he is VERY YOUNG so I restrained myself and just spanked him until he was black and blue, gave him £50.

Dick M, Cut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position More bottom
Kissing Yes
FF No
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No entry
Rate per hour 100 £
Overnight 250 £

 

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wheres_the_closest_atm, 18
London

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS:

– Are you gay?
No, I’m a horny bitch.

– Are you really already 18?
No, I’m 19.

– Is that really you in the pictures?
No, that’s my cat.

– Who makes the pictures?
Diane Arbus came back from the dead and shot them.

– What you do for a living?
Give orgasms to men who can’t get laid.

– Do you have nude pictures?
Yes, billions.

– Where do you live?
Photoshop.

– Do you like old, hairless and horny bags?
No, but they fuck me like the bitch of pigs.

– What is the worst thing about you?
My come tastes like metal.

– Do you like to party?
I tried to drink away my sorrows but they learned how to swim.

– Want to swallow my come?
No.

– Are you just in this for the money?
Yes, how did you know?

– Have you appeared in porn videos?
Yes, in IMG_6291.MOV, IMG_7101.MOV, IMG_7102.MOV, and IMG_7107.MOV.

– Without rubber?
I usually don’t but when I do I really do.

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF No
S&M No
Dirty No
Rate per hour Ask
Overnight Ask

 

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JayLee, 24
San Francisco

Sup y’all, yes, I’m straight. Sometimes I question myself doing this, but hey, I enjoy getting jacked off. I love getting jacked off for a long time. I also enjoy sniffing poppers while I’m getting jacked off. Don’t care if you’re straight, bi, gay, or whatever you want to label yourself. Message me, let’s set something up. I really am looking for a mind blowing jacking off experience. Gotta admit, there’s just something about getting jacked off.

Guestbook of JayLee

Turner – Dec 27, 2017
Jay has a well constructed body. For me, an escort’s politeness and courtesy are at the core of every great sexual meeting. His pleasantries were most satisfactory and they never got in the way of the giant load of burning cum that exploded out of him.

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position No entry
Kissing No
FF No
S&M No
Dirty No
Rate per hour 150 $
Overnight Ask

 

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YourPaidBF, 21
Montpellier

Yoga and sex. You and me? I live in Montpellier but from time to time for a lucrative offer I mosey into Paris.
If it was as simple as wanting to get paid then fucked, I would have written it here. I prefer yoga to sex, and the latter only in very small quantities.
Who wants to do yoga with me and then briefly fool around afterwards? As for the latter, I’m on prep so I’m open to being pozzed, it’s not the fucking 80s.

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position More bottom
Kissing Yes
FF No
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No entry
Rate per hour 180 €
Overnight 380 €

 

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cheesySweet_cake, 19
Zurich

I have always desired an arraigned 1950s era marriage type scenario. I recognize there are a lot of lunatical people out there so it would not be wise to just place myself out there to be taken. Since I do not have anyone to arrange for me the man I am to commit to, I offer a few proposed steps to allow the right man to find me and to marry me if he desires:

You indicate your interest and I take my profile down, and commit to talking with you and only you for 3 days via text and we get to know one another.
After 3 days, we can chat on the phone to continue to get to know one another.
When you are ready, you can summon me for a trial visit. The trial visit will have some limits to ensure I’m not devalued for other potential husbands.
After the trial visit you are free to propose marriage, accept my yes, take me to a church or city hall and bind me to you.

P.S. I’d describe my body type as ‘average’. Usually I’d put slim, but that’s caused some confusion. I don’t want to put ‘skinny’, because I don’t think I am what skinny means in this context. I might be wrong.

Guestbook of cheesySweet_cake

JohnJohn – Jan 1, 2018
Materialistic, catty, superficial, ignorant leech.

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF Active
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour 300 €
Overnight 600 €

 

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wanttobeyourwhore, 24
Groningen

I’m looking for a TOP, don’t ask me if I am.

Introvert, 100% bookworm and most of the time weirdo and boring.

Get in my pants by giving interesting TOPICS. I’m a boring person, don’t try to make getting in my pants boring too.

I’m not the choosy type of person and I’m not sensitive or they called understanding person.

Better make sure that you don’t expect me to be interesting before you fuck me.

Break a bone.

Guestbook of wanttobeyourwhore

Anonymous – Jan 4, 2018
He is adorable! Who cares if he interesting inside! He is not, who cares!
Yes his voice is boring drone, but the same mouth can handle deep horny fucks, wretches, gags, blows bile over everything, keeps sucking like hell and tolerates slamming Fucks and loves to be fisted ….
Plus because he’s boring you always sees him as a human rather than a fuck hole!

TheChubbybear – Dec 29, 2017
He’s no less interesting to talk with than any other escort, the only difference is he knows he’s nothing special. He just needs to stop saying he’s boring every five seconds and just be boring.

bactopur Dec 27, 2017
Hello baby,
I would like to make you this guestbook entry exactly today and surely you can imagine why exactly today and everyone else does not have to know.

First I wanted to write a lot about the great sex, your sweet young ass, its beautiful surface and content-rich hole, the hour absorbing it, its reliability, its infinite dedication to the appointment and, and, and ….. But it would all be just empty and worthless phrases.

Give me your ass as well as I give you my cock and that we could experience and enjoy them together and every single minute of our being together.

For that, I tell you again and again and from the heart THANK YOU!

I wish you continued that all your dreams come true, of course, always passionate customers and above all, something that is one of the most important things in life: Money, for the good and even more for the bad times.

Dick M, Cut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
FF Passive
S&M Yes
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour Ask
Overnight Ask

 

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CockslutFromEstonia, 19
Tallinn

Name: You’ll get it, once we we’ve fucked.
Age: 19.
Gender: Male. But sometimes I love to explore my feminine side. Just sometimes. And the “exploration” basically consists of wearing cute panties because my butt looks great in them.
Orientation: Romantically, I prefer women almost any time. Kissing and cuddling with them is marvellous. But physically, sexually I crave for rough fucks from men. Does it make any sense? I think it does.
Tastes: I am not fussy about age with men, oldest man I’ve been with so far was 75.
Location: Estonia aka the middle of nowhere near Latvia, Finland and Russia. We have gorgeous women tho, and we invented Skype!
Relationship: girlfriend, but I would dump her.
Hobbies: swimming, jogging, hip-hop dancing, hiking, parachute flying, reading, lewd picture posing, going to cinema (I’ve written many film reviews).
Work: write a ton of film reviews, learning visual graphics, do entertainment gigs (starred on a very popular estonian TV series from age 7 – 10)
Warning: I hope so much that no one puts his feet in my throat. So who’s reading this, know that I’m not on feet. I do not even like my own.

Dick L, Cut
Body Athletic
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 230 €
Overnight 460 €

 

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EdtheMexican, 18
Paris

Have sex with a Mexican for first time!!!!

There is a Mexican escort for the first time in your country, me Edgar Caballeros. No longer settle for second best Latino escorts from Brazil and Columbia and so on. I am tall, handsome, with a big ass, legs and a big cock of 20cm. I am much more handsome than in my photo you will not believe the difference, try me !!!!

I myself will attend to sex with that fieryness that only Mexicans can give and that you have only heard about until now. I like parties and drugs and alcohol 🍺. I am staying in a 5 star hotel even though I feel like I don’t belong here so that you can fuck a Mexican but feel comfortable too.

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF Active/Passive
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour 200 €
Overnight 400 €

 

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KyrosChristan, 24
Richmond

Love, which may be termed the souls madness, is no more a title by which ones constancy may be justified. Love, satisfying two persons only, the beloved and the loving, can not serve the happiness of others, and it is for the sake of the happiness of everyone, and not for an egotistical and privileged happiness, that men and women have been given to the world. All men therefore have an equal right to each other and of all men and women; therefore there is no man who, in keeping with natural law, may claim to a unique and personal right over a man or womans heart. That law will oblige them to prostitute themselves, as often and in any manner we wish, in the houses of debauchery, and which will coerce them if they balk, punish them if they shirk or dawdle, is thus one of the most equitable of laws, against which there can be no sane or rightful complaint.

I want laws permitting one to give themselves to as many men as they see fit; I would have them accorded the enjoyment of all sexes and, as in the case of men, the enjoyment of all parts of the body; and under a special clause prescribing their surrender to all who desire them, there must be subjoined another guaranteeing them a similar freedom to enjoy all they deem worth to satisfy them.

The Marquis de Sade
Philosophy in the Bedroom

Guestbook of KyrosChristan

KyrosChristian (Owner) – Dec 29, 2017
I’m looking for a permanent 24/7 relationship, that will last more then a few years. I do realize I should have looked for this years ago.

Anonymous – Dec 28, 2017
It’s him but if you hire him based on his old twink videos and aren’t perversely curious about what happened to him you will be sorely disappointed.

Courtesan – Dec 26, 2017
Kyros has profiles on just about every gay fetish and hardcore app. In most of them he has his age at 29. I participated in a gang bang with him in July and I’d say he’s more like 32. None of these photos is accurate, but the middle one is closest. His ass is hot, but I’ve never been with a more wasted, self-destructive pig.

James-Blond – Dec 13, 2017
I co-starred in a porn with Kyros 12 years ago and there’s no way in hell he’s 24 years old.

Dick L, Cut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Bottom only
Kissing Yes
FF Passive
S&M Yes
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 450 $
Overnight 800 $

 

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peter-pan, 22
Frankfurt

Despite being the scum of the earth, I have big dreams. I just happen to not have resources for it.

Don’t assume that because I have low self-worth I’m gonna put too much effort into talking to you.

I think it’s important to understand that between young and old gay men, there should always be benefits shared.

I’m nothing more than just a young face and body and I’ll give you that if you give me the money I need.

Writing this down gets me sad and hard at the same time. How confusing …

Guestbook of peter-pan

fuckurslash – Jan 9, 2018
Fucked him tonight argh im still freakin horny.

Sex-with-me – Jan 5, 2018
Hey 😊😉😚
Yes he’s very insecure but that’s hothotHOT ✌🏼
With reluctance wanking, blowjob (a and p), fucked (p), kissing then talking and drinks of wine 👉🏼👌🏼💧👉🏼👊🏼👄👅🍼🍾💋🍷
Want his ass to relax? Then use your 😉
Recommended 😉😙

fromSuffolk – Jan 3, 2018
although he will do only safe sex inmuch prefer bb and have a load of seed left in a boy. i took off the condom 1/3way in secret and breeded him,buthe didn’t know. If thats not your thing its cool but please dont judge me for doing it.

Dick M, Cut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position More bottom
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour Ask
Overnight 500 €

 

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4BlackHoles, 18
Austin

I’m a white dude who knows what to do with black holes. Do you feel it’s a white guy’s right to use the n word? Then read on.

I’m looking to explore life as it was in the south in the early and mid-1900s. if you’re a black man who understands how things should be then this white plantation owner might be yours for a price.

I’ll admit that i’m new to this but having a runaway slave groveling at my feet and bent over for other “chores” is what this apparently dude is made for.

Dick XL, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Top only
Kissing No
FF Active
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 150 $
Overnight Ask

 

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RAW-HOMO-LURE, 19
Berlin

HEY TO ALL MY DEAREST FAN´S; KLIENTS; GUEST i am back again from southern california, were I’ve been pampering my hot white clean nobles cream into the entire Hollywood celebrity, Steven Baldwin, River Phoenix, Keanu Reeves, the nephews of Gretha Garbo, the coke cunt.

Dick XXL, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Shaved
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 150 €
Overnight 500 €

 

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waytoonervous, 23
Hamburg

I’ve been having sex for about 7 years, though still relatively new to anything I can’t do to myself. Honest story? I’m a very random, unpredictable, and chaotic person, which tends to get me in a lot of trouble. I can be extremely hyper and off the walls or just veg out for a full day who knows. For that reason I warn you that dates lasting longer than a couple of hours are a dicey proposition. I’ll do all kinds of shit, but I am so good with sucking and getting facefucked that no one ever gets bored, they get amazed instead. So the safest bet for you would be someone who wants to get sucked and facefuck me while you watch porn. I’d greatly appreciate it.

I can speak with you in the following languages:
• English
• Deutsch
• Français
• Čeština
• Slovenčina
• Русский
• Bosanski
• Hrvatski
• Српски
• Românește (numai puţin)
• Italiano
• Español
• Polski
• Украïнська
• Украïнська
• Magyar
• Svenska
• Бьлгарски

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour 200 €
Overnight 400 €

 

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iloveasstoomuch, 23
Barcelona

HI GUYS…THE MOST FAIMOUSE WITH SUCH A HUGE THICK DICK COMING SOON IN YOUR TOWN.
My dick is very real i got in real forme HARD DICK.
If u take me i m sure u will wanted take me again , cus u can’t forget a brunnete,brown eyes ,beautiful face and Dick.
All my costumer they know and then can feel what kind a persone I m
i m.sure i will remain in u mind even when u see me.
Looking for good,smart & funny people but also for all the other types.
Kool Savas, Eminem & Modern Talking define a small part of me.

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iloveasstoomuch (Owner) – Dec 18, 2017
(Re­tiered) in­capacitate­d 100% Sev­erely inju­red in Novembbre.

Dick XL, Uncut
Body Athletic
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Top only
Kissing Yes
FF Active
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No entry
Rate per hour 100 €
Overnight 500 €

 

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Weeknights, 18
Leghorn

My name is Ernest and I’m 18yrs single never had a boyfriend and with one illegitimate kid (i know, crazy right :-O) I’ve never met, I am caring, easy-going, understanding, honest, faithful and loving, I’m very a forgiving person and i love men over 40, i am honest kind and caring and hard working. I don’t really involve myself in most outdoor activities but I’m willing to watch almost all the sports on TV if some wants me too and also i am a porn addict, chronic bator, jerking off to porn is better than having sex, is anyone else like that? 😉 and my hobbies include cooking, riding bike on Saturdays, going for walks, listening to music almost all types of music, singing, reading, surfing the internet, camping, love shopping and most of all spending good time with my family. And You????

Guestbook of weeknights

UnknownWanderer – Jan 8, 2018
hi. me???? in the real world i am a musician by profession. in my other life i completely fell for the material varnish, latex and the like bring me almost to the edge of madness, so I always wear rubber underware. in both worlds i have a massive cock like an elephant’s trunk and i urgently need asses. if that suits you, much is possible.

fetch – Jan 3, 2018
Yes, I ask you please to be my dog. To live this relationship of adoration so special, so intense, so tender between the nice dog who puts his head on the thigh of his owner to receive caresses and scratches. Resting for chores by living as a small pet who lives his life as a 4-legged little dog or plays a small circus dog doing pirouettes and thrillers, antics and juggling, to bring back the balls, catch the peanuts on the fly, to balance on a big balloon to amuse me. Will you?

Weeknights (Owner) – Jan 3, 2018
I don’t know LOL do you have any ideas?

fetch -Jan 3, 2018
What are your services?

Dick M, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position No entry
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M No entry
Dirty No entry
Rate per hour Ask
Overnight Ask

 

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KinkyScottishBoyFag, 23
Inverness

I am the only escort in Highlands!!!

I am the chepest escort in Scotland!!!

And the only one you can FIST 😉 xxx

I am the only SCAT escort in Scotland as well 🙂

I live 25 miles from Inverness but can’t drive.

So u have to pick me up and do it in the woods.

I have a mohawk now and love talking about it!!!

Dick S, Uncut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF Passive
S&M Yes
Dirty Yes
Rate per hour 100 £
Overnight 250 £

 

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SoUnhappyICouldDie, 20
Rome

I hate myself and that’s why I do this. If you’re trying to have your self esteem utterly enlarged, you’ve come to the right escort.

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SoUnhappyICouldDie (Owner) – Jan 4, 2018
thank you

dick_head – Jan 4, 2018
stunning ass

Bootyfett – Jan 3, 2018
Loved your ass so much

SoUnhappyICouldDie (Owner) – Jan 1, 2018
thanks

darkestfalls – Jan 1, 2018
Amazing ass.. amazing!

SoUnhappyICouldDie (Owner) – Dec 29, 2017
Die

Phildst – Dec 29, 2017
Cheer up

SoUnhappyICouldDie (Owner) – Dec 23, 2017
thank you

LittleDemon – Dec 23, 2017
world’s most delicious ass

SoUnhappyICouldDie (Owner) – Dec 14, 2017
thank you

HarvesterFallen – Dec 14, 2017
best bottom ever ever~

SoUnhappyICouldDie (Owner) – Dec 11, 2017
thx

MonAmour – Dec 11, 2017
amazing bottom

Dick M, Cut
Body Slim
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position More bottom
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour 200 €
Overnight 400 €

 

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itsasmallworld, 22
Tilburg

maybe i will fill it later or something. I’m few years in this shit but i chose ppl in reasonably way. Whole access to me is very easy. Looking for the creative payers. I’m very desperate for money no matter the amount. Not too much older and not for a young wankers. Ready to please real payers from neighborhood. I don’t think I’m very good looking. can i finish this bio later?

Dick L, Cut
Body Average
Body hair Smooth, No beard
Position Versatile
Kissing Yes
FF No entry
S&M Soft SM only
Dirty No
Rate per hour 250 €
Overnight 500 €

 

 

p.s. Hey. ** David Ehrenstein, Indeed. And, yes, awfully curious about that Sondheim mashup. ** Steve Erickson, Hi. Agreed re: the paucity of Greg Tate books. Look forward to your Cupcakke piece. Everyone, Here’s Mr. Erickson: ‘Here’s my piece on Cupcakke (her album EPHORIZE is the best of the 3 new 2018 LP releases I’ve heard, for what little that’s worth) and Rapsody.’ Medium wouldn’t let me in, but hopefully it’ll open for others. You don’t think that, what with the gazillion things out there about ‘CMBYN’, general competition/fatigue might be part of the reason? I think Moby’s claim has the stink of crap on it. ** Misanthrope, Hi. Sounds like your friend read no further than some headline, which is the plague lurking behind so many opinions these days. Now that’s an interesting phobia. Admirable even in some weird way. I’ve taken melatonin nightly for years, and I’ve never upped my dosage. 2 mg. tops. Did you finish the second novel bit? Cool! I have no problem with straightforward narratives as long as writers effect them interestingly with their voices. And you will. Did you see the long response Bernard wrote to your comment, on, I think (?), Friday? ** Count Reeshard, Hi, Count. Thank you, sir. Really? ‘Serial Mom’ is my favorite of John’s films. Yes, ‘The Last Sigh’ is crazy great, no? Lovely to see and read you. Always a true pleasure. ** Cal Graves, Hi, Cal! It’s so very, very nice to see you! Thank for the late birthday wishes. I’m glad the recent posts have been pleasing you. What classes are you starting? Gosh, to really try to answer your question well would take more space than the p.s. and my p.s.-focused brain can unearth. I mean, really, in a nutshell, I think all writer problems are about confidence. Lack of confidence is very inventive in the ways it can disguise itself as something else related by circumstance or  as familiar other fears and stuff. Tell me, if you want, what the specific, in the moment obstacles are that you find in the way of forging ahead, and I’ll try to be more specific myself if I can. Lucky vibes like the world’s most unsolvable magic trick too you! ** Jeff Coleman, Hi, Jeff. Nice to see you, bud. Thank you a lot for the Mark Fisher-related links. I will read them, and I will hereby help others read them as best I can. Everyone, the excellent person and d.l. Jeff Coleman has some excellent things to share, and I’ll let him tell you about them. Jeff: ‘I’ve been meaning to link to a recent blog post by the philosopher Peter Wolfendale here, on depression and Mark Fisher, and it seems like a good a time as any today, since it’s the anniversary of Fisher’s death. Long read but worth it. He goes into depth about his woes as a sort of outsider academic, which is not a world I have familiarity with, but I imagine some here might relate. I also saw a link to this blog post about Fisher by one of the philosophy folks I follow on twitter this morning, which looks good, though I haven’t read it yet.’ Thanks, man! ** Alex rose, You’re back, so awesome! I really think you’re probably the sexy raccoon in the attic. Great news about your NYC show! Damn, I guess I’ll miss it since I won’t get to NYC until May, I don’t think, but I can’t wait to see the evidence. Wonderful! How is the work building going? Need some fairy dust? Because I’ve got a coat pocket full of it around here somewhere. Big love, me. ** Bernard, Hi, Bernard. The two dead youtube videos I had in the former version of the post were titled ‘from a talk on “The Aesthetic of the Dream in Surrealist Film,” Corcoran Gallery, DC, June 2011’ and ‘Even: As You and I (1937)’. Okey-doke re: the no-go on the golden dudes. I didn’t know Nabokov had/has a book of dreams. Okay. I’m curious. And, yes, I too got stuck on/shaken by the photo of John’s desk. Love, me. ** Kyler, Hi, K. Ha, what did your shrink think? Or I guess I mean say? ** H, Hi. Thank you! Oh, NYC is being too much, as it can be? I moved away from there twice because it became too much, the second time for good. Boston, interesting. Very good luck doing what you want and need to do for now. ** Jamie, Hi! I’m … wait, let me check … yes, perfectly okay, I think. And you? My weekend was fine enough. I got back to and into the neglected project, which is what I needed to do very badly, so that alone made the weekend a goodie. And the Rotterdam festival invited two of our film’s stars (Benjamin Sulpice (Roman), and Theo Cholbi (Tim)) to come with us to the premiere, and that was awesome. I think we’ll be able to make the trailer public quite soon, in the next week or so. Lovely about your weekend and the hot if possibly too debauched Writing Gang meet up! I think my favorite Bunuel is ‘Simon of the Desert’. Yeah, I think that one. Ha, a Bressonian day! I will do my best. May your day refurnish your surroundings into a theme park and hand you an inexhaustible QuickPass. Bubbles in an ice cube love, Dennis. ** Sypha, Yes, I saw that awesome and very happy news on Facebook, I did indeed! Major congrats to you and especially to that wise press! Everyone, Great news: The superb writer and lifelong d.l. Sypha aka James Champagne’s new novel ‘Harlem Smoke’ will be published, hopefully in 2019, by the fine and admirable press Snuggly Books! Hooray! The future is now a thousand times brighter! ** _Black_Acrylic, Thanks, man. I’m super glad you’re on the mend and feeling better. I’ll go see if Bullion – Blue Pedro addicts me. And big yay on the YnY re-up announcement! Everyone, I think some to many of you know the fantastic zine/project Yuck ‘n Yum, of which _Black_Acrylic also/better known as Ben Robinson is a founder, editor, and mastermind. And you probably know it sadly went dormant a couple of years ago. Well, it’s back, and in a more ambitious and even fitter form! To be officially launched with a big show in Seattle, USA! Please go read all about that here.’ ** Bill, My pleasure, as you know. So, how does ‘Liquid Sky’ hold up? I’m torn between imagining time has rendered it into campy garbage and wondering if the years between have only maximised what made it a thing. ‘Zombie00’ is really odd, right? The last odd thing Brad wrote before he became a seemingly full-time biographer. ** S. C. Delaney, Hi, S.C.! Welcome! Yes, the instant I saw your name I thought, Could this be the same S.C. who co-translated ‘Odd Jobs’, and you are! Such a wonderful book. Great respect to you. Thank you so very much for the links and share about Michel Vachey. I do know his work a teeny bit but mostly by reputation and word of mouth, and I’m excited to delve in. And, ideally, render a related post. Very kind of you. Obviously, please return here and confer with me or anyone else here anytime the mood strikes. Take care. ** Armando, Hi, Armando. Nice to see you, man. Thanks for the birthday wish. No, I barely noticed it, but there’s a plan for some of us to go to my favorite amusement park in the world, Efteling in southern Holland, in the next few weeks as a celebratory thing. Thanks about the Bunuel. ‘Wonder Wheel’ hasn’t opened over here yet, strangely. You take care too! ** Right. It being the 15th of the month immediately triggers a waterfall of escorts around here. See you tomorrow.

Later Luis Buñuel Day *

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‘Luis Buñuel was a singular figure in world cinema, and a consecrated auteur from the start. Born almost with cinema itself, his work moves from surrealist experimentation in the 1920s, through commercial comedies and melodrama in the 1950s, to postmodernist cine d’art in the 1960s and ’70s. Claimed for France, where he made his celebrated early and late films, for Spain, where he was born and had his deepest cultural roots, and for Mexico, where he became a citizen and made 20 films, he has more recently been seen as a figure in permanent exile who problematises the very idea of the national in his films.

‘A surrealist, an iconoclast, a contrarian and provocateur, Buñuel claimed that his project was to pierce the self-assurance of the powerful. His work takes shape beneath the “double arches of beauty and rebellion”, as Octavio Paz put it. Recently, his sons have reasserted Buñuel’s view of Un Chien andalou, as “a call to murder” against the “museum-ifying” of the celebrations of his centenary. While this exaggerates somewhat his radicalism and outsider status, there is considerable consistency in his attacks on the bourgeoisie, whose hypocrisy and dissembling both amused and enraged him. “In a world as badly made as ours,” he said, “there is only one road – rebellion.”

‘Buñuel is in fact satirising his own class, to which he comfortably and unabashedly belonged. He understood the neuroses and pettiness of his middle class Catholic upbringing well. “I am still an atheist, thank God”, he famously said. It is one of his many paradoxes: he was both inside and outside. While a ferocious critic of the ideologies of the powerful in his films (the unholy trinity of bourgeois complacency, religious hypocrisy, and patriarchal authority), he enjoyed the fruits of this social order in his personal life. His wife’s memoirs Mujer sin piano (Woman without a Piano), written to fill out Buñuel’s own, in which she and her children are mentioned hardly at all, reads like the remembrances of a Stockholm-syndrome afflicted captive. Jeanne Rucar, who met Buñuel in 1926 and married him in 1934, tries to tell a love story but the pain and losses he inflicted on her, including that of her beloved piano, to a bet made by Luis without her consent, constantly shine through.

‘Without going as far as Paulo Antonio Paranaguá, who asserts that the “he” of the title is Buñuel himself, it is safe to say the director of El (1953), adapted from a novel by Mercedes Pinto, knew the material intimately. Part of his genius was this ability to stand outside his cultural self, dissecting desire and the torturous routes of its suppression in bourgeois, patriarchal Catholic societies. His films focus on male desire, and his female protagonists are often mere projections of it. But the characterisations of Viridiana, Tristana, and Sévérine in Belle de jour most notably, also reveal the way in which bourgeois society distorts and represses these women’s basic needs and desires “conspir[ing] to keep them in a position of subservience and servitude.”

‘The bourgeoisie interested him particularly because its good manners demand the repression of desire. His readings of Freud inspired him to study his class as a laboratory for the twisted return of the repressed. But it was the social and economic power of the bourgeoisie that made him want to implode it from within. If Henry Miller was right when he stated that “Buñuel, like an entomologist, has studied what we call love in order to expose beneath the ideology, mythology, platitudes and phraseologies the complete and bloody machinery of sex,” Luis was also, like an entomologist, interested in the relationships of power in sex, politics and everyday life; not just the mating dance, but the dance of homosocial power disguised beneath it, and all the other forms of power that can be exercised as violence and more subtle forms of repression.

‘Miller’s reference to the study of insects is apt; Buñuel did in fact consider becoming an entomologist. It also situates his directorial perspective. His sometimes unlikeable characters are engaged at a distance that wavers between pathos and bathos. We see their humanity, but he “blocks the pleasure of psychological identification […] by disturbing the aesthetic framework that solicits and guarantees it.” Buñuel’s stylish witticisms, or rather, witticisms of style, establish a relationship with the viewer over the heads of his characters. This relationship is free of concessions; there’s no effort at being liked or even understood. Commenting on The Exterminating Angel, Joan Mellen shows how he parodies the tracking shot by not allowing sufficient space to complete it. “Such overt intrusions of style”, she notes, “announce the real hero of Buñuel’s films, his the only consciousness we can respect”.

‘Yet this supremely individualistic, uncompromising director was always supported and surrounded by other talents that let his own flourish. Buñuel always wrote in collaboration: initially mostly with Luis Alcoriza, then Julio Alejandro, and finally Jean-Claude Carrière. This aspect of the “Buñuel apparatus” has been underexplored; perhaps these other writers were in fact just the midwives to Buñuel’s talents, and it is hard to quantify their contribution.

‘More than other directors, Buñuel has etched indelible images into film culture. The “Buñuelian” can refer to shots of insects, a sheep or other farm animal appearing in posh settings, cutaways to animals eating one another, bizarre hands, odd physical types and, especially, fetishistic shots of feet and legs (said Hitchcock of Tristana: “That leg! That leg!”). The term also implies the confusions of dream and reality, form and anti-form, an irreverent sense of humour, black, morbid jokes that hint at the constant presence of the irrational, the absurdity of human actions. Buñuel shares this sensibility with the Spanish esperpento, the distancing black comedy that has been considered an authentic Spanish film tradition.

‘He also shares with the esperpento an acid view of the powerful and their excesses, as well as a sense of sexuality as debasing and enslaving. Desires, sexual and political, are continually intertwined in his films. More than a call to murder, his best films are a call to an attempt at anarchist freedom, however futile, both in love and society.’ — Dominique Russell, Senses of Cinema

 

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Further

Luis Bunuel @ IMDb
Luis Bunuel @ The Criterion Collection
Luis Bunuel Film Institute
Luis Bunuel Official Website
Luis Bunuel Fan Site
‘The Essentials: Luis Bunuel’
Luis Bunuel overview @ Senses of Cinema
Luis Bunuel’s 10 Favorite Films
‘Buñuel – The Beginning and the End’
Luis Bunuel @ mubi
‘THE LIFE AND TIMES OF LUIS BUÑUEL’
‘The Religious Affiliation of Director
Luis Bunuel’

‘Conversation with Luis Buñuel on “Belle de jour”‘
‘A Charismatic Chameleon: On Luis Buñuel’

 

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How to Make the Perfect Dry Martini

“To provoke, or sustain, a reverie in a bar, you have to drink English gin, especially in the form of the dry martini,” writes Buñuel. “To be frank, given the primordial role in my life played by the dry martini, I think I really ought to give it at least a page.” He recommends that “the ice be so cold and hard that it won’t melt, since nothing’s worse than a watery martini,” then offers up his procedure, “the fruit of long experimentation and guaranteed to produce perfect results. The day before your guests arrive, put all the ingredients—glasses, gin, and shaker—in the refrigerator. Use a thermometer to make sure the ice is about twenty degrees below zero (centigrade). Don’t take anything out until your friends arrive; then pour a few drops of Noilly Prat and half a demitasse spoon of Angostura bitters over the ice. Stir it, then pour it out, keeping only the ice, which retains a faint taste of both. Then pour straight gin over the ice, stir it again, and serve.” In the clip above, you can witness the man himself in action, a sight that gets me wondering whether Buñuel ever crossed paths with John Updike. Imagining such a meeting sets the mind reeling, but few quotes seem as apropos here as the New England novelist’s observation that “excellence in the great things is built upon excellence in the small.”

 

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from My Last Breath, by Luis Bunuel

During the last ten years of her life, my mother gradually lost her memory. When I went to see her in Saragossa, where she lived with my brothers, I watched the way she read magazines, turning the pages carefully, one by one, from the first to the last. When she finished, I’d take the magazine from her, then give it back, only to see her leaf through it again, slowly, page by page.

She was in perfect physical health and remarkably agile for her age, but in the end she no longer recognized her children. She didn’t know who we were, or who she was. I’d walk into her room, kiss her, sit with her awhile. Sometimes, I’d leave, then turn around and walk back in again. She greeted me with the same smile and invited me to sit down—as if she were seeing me for the first time. She didn’t remember my name.

… As time goes by, we don’t give a second thought to all the memories we so unconsciously accumulate, until suddenly, one day, we can’t think of the name of a good friend or relative. It’s simply gone; we’ve forgotten…I search and search, but it’s futile, and I can only wait for the final amnesia, the one that can erase an entire life, as it did my mothers’.

So far I’ve managed to keep this final darkness at bay. From my distant past, I can still conjure up countless names and faces; and when I forget one, I remain calm. I know it’s sure to surface suddenly, via one of those accidents of the unconscious. On the other hand, I’m overwhelmed by anxiety when I can’t remember a recent event, or the name of someone I’ve meet during the last few months. Or the name of a familiar object. I feel as if my whole personality has suddenly disintegrated; I become obsessed; I can’t think about anything else; and yet all my efforts and my rage get my nowhere. Am I going to disappear all together? The obligation to find a metaphor to describe “table” is a monstrous feeling, but I console myself with the fact that there is something even worse—to be alive and yet not recognize yourself, not know anymore who you are.

You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize that memory is what makes our lives. Life without memory is no life at all…our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing. Memory can be omnipotent and indispensable, but it’s also terribly fragile. The menace is everywhere, not only from its traditional enemy, forgetfulness, but from false memories…our imagination, and our dreams, are forever invading our memories; we end up transforming our lies into truths. Of course, fantasy and reality are equally personal, and equally felt, so their confusion is a matter of only relative importance…I am the sum of my errors and doubts as well as my certainties…the portrait I’ve drawn is wholly mine—with my affirmations, my hesitations, my repetitions and lapses, my truths and my lies. Such is my memory.

If someone were to tell me I had twenty years left, and asked me how I’d like to spend them, I’d reply: “Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams, provided I can remember them”.

During sleep, the mind protects itself from the outside world; one is much less sensitive to noise, smell and light. One the other hand, the mind is bombarded by a veritable barrage of dreams that seem to burst upon it like waves. Billions of images surge up each night, then dissolve almost immediately, enveloping the earth in a blanket of lost dreams. Absolutely everything has been imagined during one night or another by one mind or another, and then forgotten. I have a list of about fifteen recurring dreams that have pursued me all my life like faithful traveling companions.

Sometimes, too, I dream that I’m back home in Calanda, and I know there’s a ghost in the house (undoubtedly prompted by my memory of my father’s spectral appearance the night of his death). I walk bravely into the room without a light and challenge the spirit to show himself. Sometime I swear at him. Suddenly there’s a noise behind me, a door slams, and I wake up terrified. I also dream often of my father, sitting at the dinner table with a serious expression on his face, eating very slowly and very little, scarcely speaking. I know he’s dead, and I murmur to my mother or sisters: “Whatever happens, we mustn’t tell him!”

I find it impossible to explain a life without talking about the part that’s underground—the imaginative, the unreal.

I treasure the access to the depths of the self, which I so yearned for, that call to the irrational, to the impulses that spring from the dark inside the soul. It was the surrealists who first launched this appeal with a sustained force and courage, with insolence and playfulness and an obstinate dedication to fight everything repressive in the conventional wisdom.

As a footnote to surrealism, let me add that I remained a close friend to Charles de Noailles until the end. Whenever I went to Paris, we had lunch or dinner together. On my last visit, he invited me to the home where he’d first welcomed me fifty years before. This time, however, everything had changed. Marie-Laure was dead, the walls and the shelves stripped of their treasures. Like me Charles had become deaf. The two of us ate along and spoke very little.

I was born at the dawn of the century, and my lifetime often seems to me like an instant. Events in my childhood sometimes seem so recent that I have to make an effort to remember that they happened fifty or sixty years ago. And yet at other times life seems to me very long. The child, or the young man, who did this or that doesn’t seem to have anything to do with me anymore. Until I turned seventy-five, I found old age rather agreeable. It was a tremendous relief to be rid at last of nagging desires; I no longer wanted anything—no more houses by the sea or fancy cars or works of art. I no longer showed myself in bathing suits in public swimming pools, and I traveled less and less. But my life remained active and well balanced; I made my last movie at seventy-seven.

I am an old man, and that’s all there is to it. I’m only happy at home following my daily routine: wake up, have a cup of coffee, exercise for half an hour, wash, have a second cup of coffee, eat something, walk around the block, wait until noon. My eyes are weak, and I need a magnifying glass and a special light in order to read. My deafness keeps me from listening to music, so I wait, I think, I remember, filled with a desperate impatience and constantly looking at my watch.

Noon’s the sacred moment of the aperitif, which I drink very slowly in my study. After lunch, I doze in my chair until mid-afternoon, and then, from three to five, I read a bit and look at my watch, waiting for six o’clock and my pre-dinner aperitif. Sometimes, I cheat, but only by fifteen minutes or so. Sometimes, too, friends come by to chat. Dinners at seven, with my wife, and then I go to bed.

It’s been four years now since I’ve been to the movies, because of my eyesight, my hearing, and my horror of traffic and crowds. I never watch television. Sometimes an entire week goes by without a visitor, and I feel abandoned.

… For a long time now, I’ve written the names of friends who’ve died in a special book I call The Book of the Dead. I leaf through it from time to time, one name beside the other, in alphabetical order. There are red crosses next to the surrealists, whose most fatal year was 1977-78 when Man Ray, Calder, Max Ernst and Prevert all died within a few months of one another.

Some of my friends are upset about this book—dreading, no doubt, the day they will be in it. I try to tell them if helps me remember certain people who’d otherwise cease to exist.

The thought of death has been familiar to me for a long time. From the time that skeletons were carried through the streets of Calanda during Holy Week procession, death had been an integral part of my life. I’ve never wished to forget or deny it, but there’s not much to say about it when you’re an atheist. When all is said and done, there’s nothing, nothing but decay and the sweetish smell of eternity. (Perhaps I’ll be cremated so I can skip all that) Yet I can’t help wonder how death will come, when it does.

… Sometimes I think, the quicker, the better—like the death of my friend Max Aub, who died all of a sudden during a card game. But most of the time I prefer a slower death, one that’s expected, that will let me revisit my life for a last goodbye. Whenever I leave a place now, a place where I’ve lived and worked, which has become a part of me—I stop for a moment to say adieu. I say aloud. “I’ve had so many happy moments here, and without you my life would’ve been so different. Now I’m going away and I’ll never see you again, but you’ll go on without me.” I say goodbye to everything—to the mountains, the streams, the trees, even the frogs. And, of course, irony would have it that I often return to a place I’ve already bid goodbye, but it doesn’t matter. When I leave, I just say goodbye once again.

I’d like to die knowing that this time I’m not going to come back. When people ask me why I don’t travel more, I tell them: Because I’m afraid of death. Of course, they all hasten to assure me that there’s no more chance of my dying abroad then at home, so I explain that it’s not a fear of death in general. Dying itself doesn’t matter to me, but not while I’m on the road. I don’t want to die in a hotel room with my bags open and papers lying all over the place.

On the other hand, an even more horrible death is one that’s kept at bay by the miracles of modern medicine, a death that never ends. In the name of Hippocrates, doctors have invented the most exquisite form of torture ever known to man: survival. If they would only let us die when the moments comes, and help us to go more easily! Respect for human life becomes absurd when it leads to unlimited suffering, not only for the one who’s dying but for those he leaves behind

As I drift towards my last sigh I often imagine a final joke. I convoke around my deathbed my friends who are confirmed atheists, as am I. Then a priest, whom I have summoned, arrives; and to the horror of my friends I make a confession, ask for absolution for my sins, and receive unction. After which I turn over on my side and expire.

But will I have the strength to joke at that moment?

Only one regret. I hate to leave while there’s so much going on. It’s like quitting in the middle of a serial. I doubt there was so much curiosity about the world after death in the past, since in those days the world didn’t change quite so rapidly or so much. Frankly, despite my horror of the press, I’d live to rise from the grave every ten years or so and go buy a few newspapers. Ghostly pale, sliding silently along the walls, my papers under my arm, I’d return to the cemetery and read all about the disasters in the world before falling back to sleep, safe and secure in my tomb.

 

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Extras


Luis Buñuel talks about the 1st film he saw & the 1st film he made


Un cincéaste de notre temps: Luis Buñuel (with english subtitles)


Alejandro Jodorowsky on Luis Buñuel at The British Library


Festival de Venise : interview de Luis Bunuel

 

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Remembered
from Film Comment

 

Buñuel had his favorites among actors: Michel Piccoli, Julien Bertheau, Delphine Seyrig and Jeanne Moreau. In Spain, he cited Francisco Rabal, but not Fernando Rey, who was widely seen as the director’s alter-ego in several films. Here, in turn, is what some of his collaborators remember about Buñuel:

CATHERINE DENEUVE: Buñuel didn’t like to talk too much. It would physically tire him. But we had a mute understanding. Shooting Tristana went better than Belle de Jour, because there was a nicer producer, but mostly because Buñuel himself was very happy about shooting in Spain for the first time since Viridiana. He was euphoric. He had a wonderful sense of humor. One thing he stressed was, ‘Above all, no psychology!’ I accepted it wholeheartedly, especially because it came from him.

JEANNE MOREAU: I consider him my Spanish father, and I called him that. We met simply because of box-office considerations: he didn’t know what actress he wanted for Le journal d’une femme de chambre, and the producers offered me. We met in an apartment in St. Tropez for lunch and enjoyed so much being together that we also had dinner. He was a fantastic person. He was the only director I know who never threw away a shot. He had the film in his mind. When he said “action” and “cut,” you knew that what was in between the two would be printed.

He worked with me mostly on physical movement. We didn’t speak too much about the character. But, as in life, sometimes you express yourself better and end up saying more by talking about something else.

FRANCO NERO: Buñuel always told me that the best thing was not to show things to the audience, but instead to trigger their imagination. In Tristana, there was a scene with Catherine Deneuve nude at the window, looking at the boy in the square who was staring at her, hoping to catch a glimpse of her naked body. The camera stayed on her face. It was sexy, without being explicit.

I think all geniuses are like children. The Italian poet Giovanni Pascoli said, “In every man hides the soul of a child—when it abandons him, he becomes nothing.” One morning Buñuel came to the set and couldn’t find his bag. The whole crew was looking for it and he refused to start working before it was found. He kept wailing, “My bag! My bag!” Just like a little boy. Finally, it was found and he grabbed it and withdrew into a corner, hiding. I followed him and saw that he took out a ham sandwich and started eating. He simply wanted to eat. When he saw me, he jumped and said, “What are you doing? Please don’t tell anybody. I’m hungry. . . If they see me, it will be a bad example, because they will all want to eat. But I’m hungry. . . ”

Another day—he said he was deaf, but I doubt it—he stopped a man who was dumb and said to him, “You’re dumb? I’m deaf!” and laughed about it for half an hour.

BULLE OGIER: Actors are instruments to convey the director’s ideas—which is why I find all my roles difficult: I can’t betray the director. For Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, however, I didn’t have all that much to do. Buñuel loved actors as human beings and treated them nicely, but was completely indifferent to them as actors—who played what, who I was. . . What mattered to him was that the film reflect the script, because he always wanted to be a writer. You had to render exactly what he wrote. You couldn’t make any departures.

MICHEL PICCOLI: He never liked to give psychological explanations or discuss motivation. He was very polite and lovable, very attentive to people, and he had a great sense of humor. And a terribly perceptive eye. If you made a mistake or told an ugly joke or hurt somebody, he would judge you immediately. Otherwise, he was very sweet—but with the calm that accompanies great authority.

He was very kind with actors and suggested things gently, and they knew he was right. They knew he had no hesitation about his work, no doubt at all. In one scene in Belle de Jour, Georges Marchal had to go down the staircase, in a close-up, and you imagined him masturbating. It wasn’t easy. Buñuel told him, “Think of the setting sun.” It was wonderful: at the same time that he gave no explanation—he simply told him to go down—he also told the actor he thought of him as a sun.

He was severe in life and very hard to please. He was a great Spanish bourgeois by birth, and very well organized. He was very good about working within the budget, because when he was young, he had experienced economic hardship, especially in the U.S. He lived very modestly.

We had great fun. He used to joke like a kid, always telling the same jokes. He never wrote letters, except when there were very precise reasons for it. Each time, he signed, “Disrespectfully yours.” For my part, I used to taunt him that it was Catherine Deneuve and I who made him. I said, “For years, nobody saw your films , except intellectuals, until we did Belle de Jour.” And he’d become very animated and agree and say, “You’re right, thank you.” We laughed and joked all the time. His laughter came out of a terrible anguish, but was non-stop.

He was once interviewed in Spain by French TV, which sent a crew with two trucks. He told them, “I could make a film with what it cost you to bring all this here.” He told them he preferred to do the interview in Toledo. They asked him if he liked that town especially and he answered, “No. I detest it. It’s full of flies.” Then they asked him if in El, he was influenced by Sade. He said no. The interviewer insisted: “In the movie, the man sews up the woman’s vagina.” Buñuel responded, “When your wife betrays you, you get drunk. I simply sew her up. There’s nothing sadistic about it.”

He respected others. When De Richaux died, I went on the radio to talk about him. I asked him if he wanted to do the same, and he said, “No. I never speak about dead friends. I just give stars as you would a restaurant: Sadoul, 5 stars. De Richaux, 4.”

When we were shooting Belle de Jour, I posed for some publicity photos for Lui and Buñuel saw them and said, “You call this an actor? It’s a puppet! The great actor Piccoli doing a thing like that! What a horror!” He folded the magazine under his arm and kept it throughout the shoot, making frequent references to it. I loved him.

 

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13 of Luis Bunuel’s 35 films

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Nazarín (1959)
‘There are a couple of things that make Nazarín special for me. One is the fact – and this may be very chauvinistic – that Buñuel’s best period is the Mexican period. I think that the early, surrealist period is sort of non-linear, full of free creation and he’s very much under the influence of Dalí and the Surrealist group. But the moment he goes to Mexico, he starts to really become more of a storyteller, and less of an image-maker. He finds himself coming into his own there, and his narrative becomes much more sophisticated. His French period, which would be the late period in his life, is a mixture of both: he goes back to being, for my taste, too free. And the other thing that I love is that Nazarín is about what it means to be solidary, or charitable, which are two different things. And I think as a Roman Catholic – or lapsed Catholic! – Nazarín is especially important for me because it really talks about the difference between an institutionalised, higher-than-thou charity, and the final moment in the movie, which is pure solidarity. It’s a human act, not an act of hifallutin’ charity. If you made Nazarín right now,” he adds, as a salutary afterthought, “probably the reviews would be less favourable, because people now expect screenplays to explain characters, not to show them. But it’s a paradigm I think of what is a great screenplay, which is, you let the character be defined by his actions. Reviews would say right now, `Although the movie is interesting, Buñuel never hints at what makes Nazarín the the way he is, and all the characters are all-action.’ We have been contaminated by this way of screenplay writing in America, and now it’s extended throughout the world.’ — Guillermo del Toro


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La fièvre monte à El Pao (1959)
‘Aroused citizens assassinate an unpopular Caribbean despot, then two men vie for his gorgeous widow Ines. Ojeda is a steamy, isolated island, the penal colony for an oppressive dictatorship. A reactionary seizes the murdered governor’s post, and rushes to eliminate his romantic rival, an idealistic underling. The bureaucrat Vazquez hopes to marshal the angry residents of the capitol, El Pao, plus the many political prisoners, to oust Governor Gual. French actor Gerard Philipe died during the filming. This was his last film and scenes had to be shot using a double, or rewritten to complete the picture.’ — collaged


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The Young One (1960)
‘Spanish-Mexican director Luis Buñuel’s second and last English-language film, La Joven, is generally perceived as a pallid and failed film, and one might well agree that, for the most part, it does seem to be an atypical Buñuel product, having none of his signature surrealist-based flourishes. Perhaps, given the film’s various subject matters—racism, pedophilia, false claims of rape, and moral lassitude—all played out on a small Carolina island in the American south, that he need present no more of an exaggerated or unsettling world view. The marvel of this small film—and the film is, to my way of thinking, far superior to how it was seen by the critics and audiences of its day—is that it presents these issues in the US context in a way that few other films of its day could manage. True, during the shooting of the film in 1960, a film with similar concerns, Stanley Kramer’s The Defiant Ones appeared. But Kramer’s work, although notable for pairing (quite literally with handcuffs) a racist (Tony Curtis) and a Black man (Sidney Poitier), was also far more in the Hollywood mode, declaring its liberal sentiments on its sleeve. Buñuel’s work is far more nuanced and troubling for that very reason. The director and film, although they clearly have a strong point of view, present their various characters with great subtlety, refusing to outright judge them.’ — Douglas Messerli


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Viridiana (1961)
‘A great many directors, when asked to name their favourite film-maker, invoke the name of Luis Buñuel. It isn’t surprising, since he was undoubtedly a genius who had the invaluable capacity to offend and delight at the same time. You could choose any of a dozen of his films as one of the best 100. Viridiana is my choice, since it caused the maximum annoyance to people one is quite glad to see offended. It was made in Spain in 1960 after Franco had told his minister of culture to invite the country’s leading film-maker back from exile in Mexico to make whatever film he liked. But once he completed it, Buñuel sensibly decamped, deliberately leaving a few out-takes behind to be instantly burned by the authorities. People have said that Buñuel was first and foremost a Spaniard and then a surrealist, and it is no accident that the ending of Viridiana resembles that of L’Age d’Or, his great surrealist masterpiece made 30 years previously. But there’s a despair about this film which wasn’t in that earlier work. “I should like”, he once famously said, “to make even the most ordinary spectator feel that he is not living in the best of all possible worlds”. The forces of darkness, he suggests, await us all. The perfect candidate for Prozac then. But then we would never have had Viridiana, one of the great feelbad movies of all time.’ – Derek Malcom


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The Exterminating Angel (1962)
‘Luis Buñuel’s ferociously brilliant The Exterminating Angel (1962) is one of his most provocative and unforgettable works. In it we watch a trivial breach of etiquette transform into the destruction of civilization. Not only does this story undermine our confidence in our social institutions but it challenges our powers of cognition and perception, which are shown to be easily distorted by unreliable narratives. Perhaps most threatening, despite the emotional distance from the characters that Buñuel’s satiric vision grants us, we are ultimately forced to see that we in the audience are also objects of his attack. The plot is easy to summarize, though the characters’ motivations remain mysterious. Buñuel describes it as “the story of a group of friends who have dinner together after seeing a play, but when they go into the living room after dinner, they find that for some inexplicable reason they can’t leave.” For equally inexplicable reasons, after preparing dinner for the guests, all but one of the servants feel compelled to flee the mansion. Trapped in the living room, the guests soon begin to panic. The narrative places us in the same position as the guests, puzzling over why they can’t leave, how they might escape, and what it all means. Buñuel made this daring film at the end of his eighteen years in Mexico, and it was his only work from that period on which he had complete artistic freedom.’ — Marsha Kinder


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The Diary of a Chambermaid (1964)
The Diary of a Chambermaid was a crucial turning point in Luis Buñuel’s career because it would officially usher in the French period of the director’s later years. In 1963, Buñuel met producer Serge Silberman in Spain and together they decided on an adaptation of Octave Mirbeau’s Jounral d’une femme de chamber, which Buñuel had read several times and Jean Renoir had previously directed less famously in 1946. Buñuel wanted to shoot the film in Mexico with the great Silvia Pinal in the lead but Silberman refused, wanting the director to make the film for him in France. At Cannes, Buñuel met screenwriter Jean-Claude Carrière, with whom he would work almost exclusively for the rest of his life, and with the help of Louis Malle, Buñuel met and subsequently cast the great Jeanne Moreau as the Parisian chambermaid who arrives at a country estate in provincial France and is overwhelmed by one sexual scandal after another. Buñuel once said, “Sexual perversion repulses me, but I can be attracted to it intellectually.” Diary of a Chambermaid features endless images of characters entertaining each other’s foot fetishes. Buñuel has acknowledged that this so-called fetish of his seems to transplant itself from his mind and into his films almost entirely subconsciously. If Buñuel refuses to ponder the irrational implications of these images in Diary of a Chambermaid, it’s probably because the film is Buñuel’s most realist expression of his life-long fixation with ribbing bourgeois orders.’ — Slant Magazine


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Simon of the Desert (1965)
Simon of the Desert (1965) was the last film Buñuel made in Mexico, the last one in which he used Mexican actors, and most significantly the last one on which he worked with the great Mexican cinematographer Gabriel Figueroa. Buñuel got all kinds of sharp, ironic effects from glossy color photography in the six films, five French and one Spanish, he went on to direct before he died, but there is a purity and grace in Figueroa’s images that is unequaled in Buñuel’s body of work. Writing enthusiastically of Simon of the Desert, Pauline Kael suggests Buñuel’s movies “have a thinner texture that begins to become a new kind of integrity, and they affect us as fables.” She is thinking of his indifference to the large emotions directors usually want their actors to go for, but we could also consider Figueroa’s contribution to this effect. His images are as much about the desert as about Simon, and we can almost see the thinness of the air. The movie is incomplete because the producer, Gustavo Alatriste, ran out of money after five reels. If the ending—the sudden flight from the medieval desert to 1960s New York—looks hasty and improvised, this is because it was hasty and improvised. It has an interesting kick to it, though. We watch furiously shaking bodies on a densely crowded dance floor, an image of life as sheer convulsion, and the devil says this is the last dance of all. It is called “Radioactive Flesh.” The idea that hell is rock and roll, or vice versa, is pretty banal; Kael remarks that “what is presented to us as a vision of a mad, decaying world in its final orgy looks like a nice little platter party.” But Simon is not dancing, or even particularly preoccupied with the dance. He has a fringe now instead of his wild and woolly hair, a black polo-neck sweater, and a pipe. He looks like a man disguised as a French intellectual, a fraud now rather than a saintly fool—and it’s clear that the modern difficulty for the hermit is finding anything resembling moral solitude in a crowd. In comparison, a literal pillar in the desert looks like a dusty luxury.’– Michael Wood


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Belle de Jour (1967)
‘There are the films we see – and then there are the films we think we see. The tale of a bored Parisian housewife (Catherine Deneuve) who spends her afternoons working in a brothel, Belle de jour (1967) was the greatest international success of its director, Luis Buñuel. It is also, in a way that no other film quite matches, not one movie but two. An avant-garde experiment and a glossy commercial product, a piece of Surrealist erotica and a high-toned bourgeois comedy of manners, an invitation to sensual abandon and a slyly moralistic cautionary tale. It is also – most crucially – the film we are actually watching and the one we are running (surreptitiously, perhaps) inside our own heads. In terms of explicit sexual activity, there is little in Belle de jour we might not see in a Doris Day comedy from the same year. Yet audiences, then as now, tend to come out of the film feeling we have just had a front-row seat at an orgy. Buñuel, like the veteran Surrealist he was, excels at making us see things we are not shown and imagine things we do not see. Nowhere does this art flower more fully than in Belle de jour. “Belle de Jour is a masterpiece”, writes Elliot Stein, “the many-faceted and perfect Golden Bowl that crowns a lifetime’s work”. An atypical masterpiece, perhaps, in its extreme visual refinement. Not qualities that even his most fervent admirers expect from Buñuel, the film’s polished mise en scène and lustrous (almost Sirkian) use of colour are the antithesis of his usual image as a cinematic slob.’ — David Melville


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The Milky Way (1969)
The Milky Way is unique in Buñuel’s filmography. Two contemporary pilgrims start out, as pilgrims have done since the Middle Ages, on the road from the Rue Saint-Jacques, in Paris, to Santiago de Compostela, in Galicia, Spain. It is the traditional picaresque format of the down-and-out surviving as road bums. It is also the even more traditional tale of the knight-errant and his squire in search of faith and honor. Buñuel blends these traditions into a sort of filmic space-time continuum. The pilgrims are contemporary. But time and space accompany them in a perpetual present and a simultaneous geography. The protagonists of heresy and orthodoxy act out their beliefs in ancient Palestine, in early medieval Europe, in the Age of Reason, and in today’s inns and swank restaurants, and on its superhighways. The Holy Virgin, her son Jesus and Christ’s kid brothers, the Marquis de Sade, the Jansenist dueling the Jesuit, Satan himself (or is it Death?) dressed as a rock star, an impertinent theological -maître d’ and his waiters, a bleeding child by the wayside, a wildly stiff schoolmarm and her robotic little pupils reciting anathemas, the pope facing a firing squad, the Whore of Babylon waylaying travelers, sententious bishops and fugitive mad priests—this fantastic cast of characters, in itself a tongue-and-cheek parody of Hollywood’s “cast of thousands,” visually acts out, before our very eyes, the arid abstractions of Christian heresy. Was there ever such a thing as the Holy Trinity? Was Christ God, man, and Holy Ghost simultaneously, in sequence, or was he only, at all times, God the Father masquerading as a mortal being, so as to be recognized? Was Jesus only the human body of a Divine Ghost? Were his sufferings mere appearances? If he suffered, was he a god? If he was a god, how could he suffer? Was Christ simply a particle of God’s mind? Are we allowed to distinguish between the acts of Jesus the man and the words of Christ the god (as the blind men in the film fail to do)? Was Christ really two men, one born of God the Father, the other of Mary the Mother? Did Mary conceive the way light passes through a pane of glass? Did Jesus have kid brothers?’ — Carlos Fuentes


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Tristana (1970)
‘In terms of storytelling Tristana is as straightforward as they come. Deneuve plays the title character, a beautiful orphan adopted by a nobleman called Don Lope Garrido (the larger than life Fernando Rey). Captivated by his beauty and innocence, Don Lope falls for his daughter and makes her his wife, in practical if not legal or religious terms. As if the arrival of sex opened a new world for her, Tristana begins to see outside the confines of her sad life and begins an affair with an artist by the name of Horacio (a stunning Franco Nero). The film shares themes with one of his previous works, Viridiana, which was also written by Pérez Galdós and which makes us ponder on why the director had such a preference for telling old fashioned melodramas when it came to adapting literary works. Did he feel there was something subversive in having classic-but-rarely-groundbreaking literature be captured on film? Were there layers of hidden text that he inserted but that which we’ve failed to notice? Stories about the making of Tristana, reveal that in fact the director was aware that everything might mean something and knew that some of these things might be impossible for us as audience members to detect and it’s in his use of twisted humor that we remember why he’s such a highly regarded filmmaker.’ — Pop Matters


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The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (1972)
‘Luis Buñuel’s surreal masterpiece from 1972, co-written with Jean-Claude Carrière, is stranger and more sensual than ever. The weirdness under the conventions throbs even more insistently and indiscreetly, now that those conventions themselves are historically distant. We can see with hindsight how Buñuel’s subversion absorbed the various modish forms of agitprop and radical chic, and subverted those as well. The action revolves around some half-a-dozen well-to-do metropolitan sophisticates who are forever attempting to meet up for dinner parties and elegant soirees only to find the event ruined by an absent host, or some mysterious misunderstanding, or bizarre turn of events, and then one will awake to find it all to be a dream, yet the distinction between dream and waking does not become any clearer. The surrealist and anthropologist in Buñuel was fascinated by the ritual of the dinner party: without a host, this social event resembles humanity frantically inventing intricate rules for itself in the absence of God. It is still superbly disturbing when everyone assembles around a dinner table in an unfamiliar house and then, when one wall suddenly moves away, they discover themselves to be on stage in a blaze of unnatural light, inspected by an auditorium full of frowning theatregoers. “I don’t know my lines,” mutters Sénéchal (Jean-Pierre Cassel) to himself in a cold sweat. An exotic and brilliant hothouse flower of a film.’ — The Guardian


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The Phantom of Liberty (1974)
‘Decades after its release, Buñuel’s brilliantly anti-narrative film Le Fantôme de la liberté (The Phantom of Liberty, 1974) not only seems to anticipate many of our current obsessions and human foibles, but stands out as much more than a Surrealistic satire or comedy; it is in many ways a politically charged manifesto that not only overthrows narrative as we know it but also seems almost frighteningly prescient in it’s treatment of the routine celebrity of terrorists and mass murderers and, more importantly, in the way it anticipates the humankind’s own destruction of the world through our own imbecilic and suicidal pollution of the earth. In many respects, The Phantom of Liberty plays as if it was made for 21st century audiences. Buñuel delighted in repeatedly saying that he made the film in collaboration with Karl Marx (the title refers to the first line of the Communist Manifesto); but the title is also a personal nod to a line spoken in Buñuel’s La Voie lactée (The Milky Way, 1969): “Freewill is nothing more than a simple whim! In any circumstance, I feel that my thoughts and my will are not in my power! And my liberty is only a phantom!” Buñuel firmly believed that chance governs our lives, and as much as they could, Buñuel and his screenwriting companion Jean-Claude Carrière tried to invite chance at every opportunity into the writing of The Phantom of Liberty.’ — Audrey Foster


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That Obscure Object of Desire (1977)
‘As That Obscure Object of Desire nears its conclusion, there is an image that reminds us of the relationship between Buñuel and his narrator. Mathieu, with Conchita at his side, is drawn to a Paris shop window to watch a woman mend a torn dress. Buñuel cuts to a close-up of the lace, bloodied and stretched across an embroidery hoop, as stitch after stitch narrows the gaping hole. He holds the shot until no traces of the tear remain. In his autobiography, Buñuel speaks of being unexplainably touched by this strange and seemingly hopeful vision. This was the final shot on the shooting schedule, hence the final shot of the filmmaker’s illustrious career. Surely, at one level this vision of closure is a statement by the artist about his art, about his lifelong commitment to “enshrining” the beauties his camera can discover. But it is not the last shot of the film. After the lace is mended, Mathieu and Conchita walk on. Suddenly, in the foreground of the frame, a terrorist sets off a bomb. Flames engulf the screen, blocking the couple from our view. Are they consumed in this apocalypse? If they survive, do they move on to new, ever crueler, cycles of violence, or will their desires—at last—be satisfied? Buñuel offers no answers. As Buñuel films these flames, they are beautiful, too. The shot, however, is a vision of destruction, not of redemption. But it too makes a statement. The world whose destruction he is envisioning is the world of his own creation. In Buñuel’s art, what is principled, and what is perverse, cannot be separated. Buñuel is a moralist. He is also a terrorist.’ — William Rothman


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I’m pretty good. Yes, as someone else already pointed out, Frances Stark did as series of paintings that were page by page copies of a book by Svenious, and one of the images was of one of those paintings. I’m glad you like the books. Yeah, my friend was blonde, pretty, petite. I think she was in most of the episodes. Friday was a ton of film work and a bunch of contentious but whatever back and forth with the sales agents for the film. I think I’m film-free for the weekend at least. How was the Writing Gang? Sounds dreamy. Way dreamy. This weekend I need to get back to work on the mysterious assigned project which has been very neglected due to the film stuff, so I guess I’ll be forcing myself to try to do that and then hopefully doing that. Otherwise, I don’t know. I sure would like to see a movie. May your weekend be like a compelling and charismatic non-normal trailer for the film of the rest of your experimental life. Injera love, Dennis. ** Kyler, Hey. You’re welcome, and thank you. I’m sure I’ve told you or someone here this story before, but, speaking of Jonathan Galassi, way back when when he was still a top dog at Random House, he read and loved my first novella ‘Safe’, and he called me into his office to rave about it and to basically all but guarantee that he would publish the novel I was then working on (‘Closer’). So I wrote ‘Closer’ thinking that it was pretty much a given that he/Random House would publish it. I sent it to him when it was finished, and he really hated it. Which was strange since it was clearly a million times better than ‘Safe’. And then I had to get an agent to send the novel further around, which I eventually did. So there you go. I.e., hang in there. I’s a weird, rough road. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Yeah, nice Latham piece, no? And kind of an unusual one for him. Watching Bresson in pain and on pain killers is not an approach I would have recommended in advance, ha ha, but awesome that the profundity snuck through. Congrats on the instagram page birth. Sure do like that logo. ** Misanthrope, Goodness, what phobia has the blog unearthed in you now. You have a healthy archive of phobias, no, Mr. Wines? Well, as a non-rememberer of dreams, I can only guess that they’re weird. Dreams I hear about seem weird, for sure. I’ve been taking melatonin nightly for years, so it’s not a general magic gateway to dream recollection, I guess. ** Jeff J, Howdy. Thanks, man. Yeah, Greg Tate, such a good writer. And thinker. It was a boon back when he was writing for the Village Voice frequently. Long time ago now. I don’t know his band, no. I’ll hunt down some sounds. Good about Sunday, and, yeah, let’s sort a time on FB today or something. ** H, Hi. Thanks. Festival preparations are hot and heavy right now. I don’t know Arne Sucksdorff’s work at all. Huh. I will doing a serious search about his work in any free time I get today. Thank you a lot for that alert/share. Yes, I saw your email. I’d like to help. I’m just really swamped these last days/week, but I’m hoping I’ll get at least a little non-committed time ultra-soon. Sorry not to have responded sooner. ** Okay. I decided to bring back the above post devoted to the later works of the awesome Luis Bunuel, and if you spend time with it, you will have a rich time, guaranteed. See you on Monday.

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