The
Exterminating Angel
is one of Bunuel’s most delicious pranks. A group of maybe 15 or 20
high-class people assemble in a mansion for a dinner-party. They get
through the meal, but when it comes time to go home, they can’t
seem to leave. And no-one knows why. The authorities outside know
that the people inside are trapped and after several days are low on
food and water, but for their part they can’t seem to enter.
And they don’t know why either. We don’t get any sci-fi
‘force-field’ nonsense. It’s just a feeling people have. They
walk as far as the thresholds and then give up, perplexed, and in a
strange way saddened. Perhaps it’s because they realise that
they’re not as free as they once thought.
I
saw the film a long time ago and just appreciated it for the
strangeness of the set-up, the comical aspects. It really makes you
chuckle. I also recently saw Bunuel’s 1974 film The
Phantom of Liberty
and though that film is in a way more accessible (it’s in colour,
it’s brighter and nicer to look at), it’s also too episodic -
almost like a series of sketches. The
Exterminating Angel
is really the better film. It starts off with this one insane premise
and just sits back and watches as chaos ensues.
And
on recent re-viewing it occurred to me that Bunuel may also have
smuggled a deeper point into The
Exterminating Angel
- about class and the way society works. It was made in Mexico, where
earlier he had made one of the all-time classics about poverty: Los
Olvidados (1950).
And his 1933 film in Spain Land
without Bread also
suggests that this subject was close to his heart. Although
throughout the film we’re focused on this group of rich
people, really we should be thinking of them as representing poor
people, anywhere anytime - the really poor ones who live in slums.
Because if you do that nearly everything they do makes sense and does
not seem so surreal.
Think
about it. A few days after this strange ‘house arrest’ has
started, this is the kind of world the guests are living in: people
are constantly hot and uncomfortable and they’ve let standards of
appearance and propriety drop. They’re lethargic and unable to
think of solutions to their problems. They are vandalizing property
so as to get water with which to live. There are dead bodies kept
nearby making a stink. The room they’re trapped in looks like a
garbage-heap, and when a group of lambs wanders in and are pounced on
for food, the guests seem like wild animals. They then cook the meat and fill the room up with acrid smoke. People get superstitious and start
believing in signs and performing strange rituals. They laugh for no
reason, like mad people, and long for the children they’ve been
forcibly separated from. They’ve lost all their magnanimity and are
telling each other ‘You stink like a hyena’. They erupt into
shows of anger over petty matters. They sabotage their own existence
as well as that of the people around them. They are cruel to each
other even when it doesn’t gain them anything, like the guy who
throws away the pills vitally needed by one of his fellow guests.
Generalised ennui and dissatisfaction with the world has taken over
completely.
Isn’t
that all a kind of picture of the worst that poverty can bring? By
defamiliarising what is the reality of poverty for billions in
underdeveloped countries, then and now, and cramming it all into one
little over-crowded room, the film lets us consider that reality in a
new way. We have to consider our own antipathy toward the poor. They
- like the guests - don’t make for an attractive picture. We don’t
want to be like them, and we don’t much want to hang around to help
them either. At the start of the film we see the servants in the
house making up lame excuses so as to get away as fast as possible.
It’s all rather strange and they don’t seem to know themselves
why they’re compelled to leave. Later they’re described as being
like ‘rats abandoning a sinking ship’. But since in this film all
roles are reversed, and the rich are playing the poor, these poor
servants should be looked on as representing the rich in real life.
Isn’t ‘abandoning a sinking ship’ what the rich - or the
middle-class - do all the time if they find themselves living in or
even just visiting a poor neighborhood? Don’t they scarper in the
same way?
And
finally couldn’t the whole set-up of the film be taken as a
metaphor for the mental
shackles the poor
live with. There’s nothing physically stopping them leaving their
slums, but for some reason they don’t, they stay where they are,
snarling angrily at each other just like the guests in the movie.
Bunuel of course was not much of a fan of the Catholic church, and
the final few shots of the movie suggests that even if people do
manage to throw off the shackles of poverty and get away to a better
place, they’ll be one more mental prison to break out of: that of
religion.
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