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. :)
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
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. :)