This 1955 Buñuel is somehow strangely one of his most personal works, a film that communicates the ease of bourgeois leisure in spite of its low-budget production. Besides the blatantly black humor and the rotund female-legs fetishism, there is a sense of irony that ultimately gives the Wildesque plot an ambivalent gravitas. Archibaldo de la Cruz' murderous desires --so highly and impersonally effective-- must have delighted Hitchcock as Tristana's amputated leg would do 15 years later. 8/10
