very well done as it stands, although not without familiarity. now, it is perhaps possible to view the final scenes as a warning about the dangers of naïve idealism, or maybe even as a playful "fuck the bourgeoisie" romp, but really, one must wonder about the putative sympathies of these putative leftists when they present the homeless as a bunch of unruly thugs.
After being welcomed back to España by Franco's government, foot fetishist Buñuel gleefully bit the hand that fed him, turning out a film that was custom made to appal his patrons with scenes like his infamous restaging of the Last Supper. It's an astonishing work; primarily an attack on Christian ethics via the goodness and innocence of the titular novitiate nun whose compassion only leads to abuse and humiliation..
An audacious drama that begins with a weird first half (that partially reveals Bunuels fetishes) then flips and reveals his darkly humorous look at religion. It doesn't completely work but when it does it's interestingly cynical and comfortable with it; it's the type of film where a saved stray dog is just one of many and helping the unfortunate (who even hate a "leper") leads to a disastrous dinner.
There were some memorable sequences in this film (such as the re-enactment of the Last Supper). However, I found this film to be overall lacklustre and sloppily realised. The plot didn't interest me at all either. It really feels like watching a black-and-white telenovela more than a serious arthouse picture.