Directed by Luis Bunuel and released in its home country of Mexico in 1965.
Another of Bunuel’s ambitious films about virtue (and from a pretentious critics point of view: one might label it pretentious) – this time focusing on a man who is literally put up on a pedestal in the desert. Hilarious at times – a man with no hands is healed, given back both of his hands, and the first thing he does is his smack his child with one of them – and downright outrageous at others – a coffin is dragged through the desert in front of Simon’s podium and out pops the Devil – Bunuel’s even stranger surrealist beginnings truly pay off for him here as it contains some of his most ambitious editing.
As with all his films though, it’s the screenplay that impresses most beyond anything – unfortunately for this film though it is let down by a less than satisfying ending and the fact that it was supposed to be followed by another film or two on the end of it in a portmanteau style that starred Silvia Pinal. That plan never came into fruition and this film suffers from it. It does work by itself though – just not as well as it may’ve if there were other films bookending it.