Love Quote by Luis Bunuel

Bunuel’s joke is a perfect deadpan grenade: he loathes the press, yet he can’t imagine staying dead without checking what it’s done to reality. The line hinges on the friction between “horror” and “love,” a pairing that turns disgust into appetite. He isn’t confessing hypocrisy so much as describing an addiction to modernity’s rumor mill - the one institution he distrusts precisely because it’s so revealing.

As a surrealist director who spent his career puncturing bourgeois self-certainty, Bunuel understood newspapers as both propaganda and inadvertent autobiography. The press sells “events” as coherence; Bunuel made films that showed coherence as a thin varnish over desire, cruelty, and ritual. Wanting to buy “a few” papers is a pointed detail: not one official narrative, but multiple competing versions, each claiming to be the world. That’s the subtext: truth is not delivered, it’s triangulated - and even then, it’s compromised.

The grave every ten years gives the gag its bite. It imagines history as a periodic horror show, with the press as the souvenir stand. Bunuel’s cynicism isn’t that nothing changes; it’s that change arrives dressed as inevitability, printed in tidy columns. He’d return not to be reassured, but to see what fresh absurdities power has normalized - and what the public has agreed to call “news” this time.