Bunuel’s absurdly fun penultimate feature seems to have been beamed directly from his unconscious—a provocative, taboo-smashing take on the idiocy of institutions and the irrational lunacy of human beings.
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Bunuel’s absurdly fun penultimate feature seems to have been beamed directly from his unconscious—a provocative, taboo-smashing take on the idiocy of institutions and the irrational lunacy of human beings.
Bunuel’s first film in colour was his closest flirtation with a Hollywood style of filmmaking, effortlessly adapting the famous story of a shipwrecked man who must live solitarily on an unknown island for an unknown number of years.
Sexual politics and sociopolitics dovetail in Bunuel’s mesmerising final film, featuring two actresses taking turns to play the female lead.
A bold and stunning effort by Bunuel that explores with psychological depth both sexual repression and expression from the perspective of a sexy but frigid young woman.
Not Bunuel at his finest, but he takes down the upper-classes in the kind of sharp comic absurdity that he is known for.