Another so-called 'lesser' Buñuel which reveals in various degrees the merits of the Spaniard. Immediately noticeable is the obsession with corporeality (given to us directly but also in editing elisions of great synechdochic value) and the admiration/contempt of the director towards deontological ethics and idealism. Impressive is also the aural materiality (footsteps, chains). Phillipe is great and Felix glows!
I have to say that the plot was confusing; maybe it had to do with the bad subtitles. I feel that the film lacks something... maybe somehow a story about the fate of a whole island-nation that focuses simply on the actions of three individuals renders it to be less effective. Maybe if I rewatch it with better subtitles my opinion will change but for the mean time, I shall be stuck wondering what really happened.