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Apart from pickpocketing scenes, no kind of audiovisual value could be attribuited to this film. Depicting apathy in a boring fashion shouldn't be praised in the costume of "purity" or "deadpan style". The film, therefore might as well been a book.

Yes! A "satire" of the bourgeois depravation which you don't have to be a genius to detect.

The picture (not even saying film because there is no plot at all, just an idea) is made out of endless juxtaposition scenes of rich people eating, banging and farting.

It's a shame that this is even a feature length film.

Yet another perfectly constructed story by Buñuel, but this time the pace of the film just doesn't feel right. As a viewer i usually have found myself trapped between the unceasing spanish dialogues. The portray of a mentally ill killer should've been more distant from the common reality, if not within the dialogues, then through the usage of scenery and theatrical production, which in this case was monotone and non-corresponding to a thrilling-tempting view