Reading The Arabian Nightmare, I kept thinking of Buñuel's Discreet Charm — same formula, same endless dream-within-a-dream loop. Buñuel gets away with it. On screen, the absurdist rhythm has a pulse; on the page, it just… numbs. The surreal atmosphere ends up feeling like a maze built for its own amusement. Somewhere out there is a great film adaptation waiting to happen. I'd genuinely love to see it.
— May 31, 2026 01:47PM
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