A biographical-yet-fictional movie about Salvador Dali is the only movie I have ever walked out of a theatre to escape. When the walls started to bleed, I'd had enough.
I have that movie on DVD, as part of an autographed collection of films with soundtracks by the enigmatic Nash the Slash... but I've never felt I was in a mood to watch it. I'm not sure what mood I would have to be in.
Was recently reading an essay review by George Orwell of Dali's autobiography. He basically says that Dali should be never censored, but may well deserve a kick in the bum. :)
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Well... you should. Someone oughta.
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Was recently reading an essay review by George Orwell of Dali's autobiography. He basically says that Dali should be never censored, but may well deserve a kick in the bum. :)
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On second thought, I don't want to know!
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