For a director who made a career of putting bourgeois ghouls in their place, it’s a pity the lower classman doesn’t pull the trigger. The cultivated man condescends to the uneducated man’s barbarian thirst for blood, mocking his honor and machismo before daring him to shoot him in the back. Book-ending the endless string of murders and dramatic funerals is a confrontation between a low-life and an educated man, linked to each other by their fathers’ deaths. Every vengeful scenario is only vaguely different from the next, and as such the film quickly wears thin. It’s an absurdity that certainly intrigues Buñuel, but it’s not one that’s intelligently plumbed. Over and over again, men are killed for the smallest mistakes and infractions. Buñuel’s best films often implicate nature and social institutions in the degradation of human life, but River and Death is scattershot the director’s pot shots at religion and government are both scarce and toothless, and there’s little complicity evoked between the town’s river and the local bureaucracy.

The River and Death is about the sensation of Latin American violence, pieced together from a number of vendettas that plague a coastal town. Case in point is a line delivered late in the film by one man to another: “If all men went to university we would have less crime.” Buñuel, who would later call Acosta’s argument absurd in My Last Sigh (the director wasn’t known for wearing his themes on his sleeve), allowed himself to be strong-armed by his producer, and it shows. I thought you might be interested in this item at Title: My last sigh Author: Luis Bunuel Publisher: Minneapolis : University of Minnesota Press, 2003. Miguel Álvarez Acosta, author of the novel from which the film was adapted, insisted that Buñuel respect his condescending thesis conflating education and crime. In his 1982 autobiography Mon Dernier soupir (My Last Sigh, 1983, My Last Breath, 1994), Buuel wrote that at the request of director Robert Florey. Made after Illusion Travels by Streetcar, The River and Death may be the closest thing to a contract job in Luis Buñuel’s career.

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