So aside from being a double Pisces, his ruling planet was in mutual reception with Neptune, amplifying the effect like subterranean sonic waves. Bunuel was also 70% Mutable – most of his astro was in Pisces, Gemini, and Sagittarius. Of course, he’d rather walk than define himself. And the Mutable fade-out is famous.
More Pisceaness: “Since I reject the idea of a divine watchmaker* (a notion even more mysterious than the mystery it supposedly explains), then I must consent to live in a kind of shadowy confusion.”
And, from My Last Sigh – his memoirs – “even today I have no idea what the truth is, or what I did with it.”
Blacklisted For Being Anti-Bourgeois
What he did with it was kind of fascinating – his take on ‘bourgeois society’ saw him blacklisted in America has a communist and the Vatican condemned him for his film Viridiana. Bunuel basically invented the ‘secretly decadent Nun and Priest’ genre. Fittingly, he was Sun square Moon, Venus square Saturn, Lilith, and asteroid Magdalene (in Virgo) square his Sun/Moon. It’s the ultimate astro-kit for a fuqed-up Catholic vibe expressing through artistic genius.
But his wife, Jeanne Rucar, was also a Sun-Mercury Pisces, an Olympian gymnast and aspirant actor who relinquished her career to support his. Even allowing for the acceptable tone of that era, he sounds like a prick of a husband: multiple affairs but flying into jealous rages if she spoke to men, barring her from working on the grounds of impropriety, swapping the piano she loved to play every day for three bottles of champagne…
The Mrs. Genius Women Of That Era Were Like The Holy Ghost
Her memoir, apparently written to balance the fact she and the children were barely mentioned in his, was even called Reminisces Of A Woman Without A Piano. Her husband was evidently a Surrealist in his work and a Traditionalist at home. Bunuel was my first History Crush and I remember trying to research his wife when I was a teenager, hoping for a vast love story. Nada. She was a cipher, as mysterious as the Holy Ghost herself.
To discover this talent compelled to not only content herself with “household chores” but to being chaperoned and obeying domestic-gulag level rules is disillusioning, to say the least. We never got to see how her Mercury trine Neptune/Node might have looked in free expression. The memoirs, says Dominique Russell, read like Stockholm Syndrome.
This post has strayed way off mission lol but anyway, thoughts?
*When he speaks of a “divine watchmaker”, I think “Saturn.”
Images: A Filmmaker Of Our Time