The Discrete Charm of the Bourgeoise

I just saw the acclaimed movie, The Discrete Charm of the Bourgeoise and was about as entertained as when I watch kids swim. The comedy, about a sextet that never get to finish a meal, is over thirty years old (1972). I think Luis Buñuel's brand of humor, over the top then, is common place now: the couple who can't get enough of each other and slip out the window while their dinner guests are waiting, the rifle shot at a mechanical dog, a priest shooting the murderer of his parents after forgiving him, the parody of soldiers telling their sad stories of ghosts and murders and of course the body of a restaurant owner laid out in the back room--the guests are assured they will still get a good meal. None of the characters really seemed to care when their dinner plans went awry, even when they were interrupted by uprisings and arrests. They were never fed, I suppose, because they were essentially soul-less. The main characters are all corrupt. We have drug dealers, friends cheating on friends, a murderous priest and a Neo-Nazi, and a dippy sister, the unkindest cut of all. Thinking it over, The Discrete Charm of the Bourgeoise is a well done, understated look at the banal middle class after all.