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The almost non-sequential film consists of the disjointed dreams of six middle-class sophisticates, attempting to attend a dinner party. However, each time the occasion falters with the absence of a host or peculiar interruption.
Buñel takes the familiarity of a meal time setting in which unspoken rules are adhered to and warps the conventions. We realise our dependancy on these conventions for maintaining stability in social situations, when the group sits down to eat and the fourth wall is removed. Revealed on a stage with an unimpressed audience looking on, Sénéchal utters, "I don't know my lines."
Little distinction is made between the dream world and reality when the group is pictured ambiguously ambling along an apparent road to nowhere to conclude (or maybe not) the film.
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