It's hard to conceive of a time when film was at its most primitive state but the 1920s was just that; it was a time when people were still trying to understand how images could be used to penetrate people's deepest emotions. In Buñuel and Dalí's Un chien andalou (1929), there is literally no understandable plot. And yet, the imagery on display elicits unsettling feelings and, even 90 years later, one can see just how ahead of their time these two visionaries were. True Artists. It's easy to see the film's immense influence through the body of work of auteurs like David Lynch and Gaspar Noé. It's not to try and "get", it's to "feel".
Review of Un chien andalou
