Okay, so Angelina Jolie was born to play Lara Croft.
Despite some remarkable musical pastiches and riveting set pieces, this postmodern wank-job doesn’t have much of a heart.
Not surprisingly, the film’s most effective scene is also its least pretentious.
The film is a ravishing evocation of a unconsummated romantic relationship put through an emotional and cultural ringer.
Its secrets unravel via a series of carefully calibrated compositions that become not unlike virtual gateways into Freudian pasts.
The film is as much a relevant view of adolescence and male/female relations as it is an act of remembrance.
Released at the pinnacle of his prolific Mexican period, Él remains one of Luis Buñuel’s crowning achievements.