All great directors must be arrogant to the extent that they will follow their dreams through to the bitter, sometimes banal end. This time Mr. Altman's faith in himself has led him over the brink.
The narrative is convoluted, the characters thin, and the pace appropriately glacial; burdened with opaque metaphysical dialogue and bizarre, medieval-looking costumes.
With an effortlessness matched by no other director today, Buuel creates a vision of a world as logical as a theorem, as mysterious as a dream, and as funny as a vaudeville gag.
You can almost sense the director's pleasure in taking apart the duplicities of a patriarchal Spanish society, the long-standing sexual double standard for men and one young woman's revolt against convention.