This is where truly modern cinema began, and maybe we're finally catching up. Extraordinary sound design at the birth of the talkie, grim black humor, savage irony, the drums of Calanda, and a jaunty pasodoble at the end. Making the irrational matter-of-fact was Buñuel's vocation, peeling away the layers of propriety to find darker desires within his pleasure. And it's our privilege to watch.