Manolo Caro’s film uses its characters as rigid markers of cowardice, lust, and entitlement.
Eric Valette’s even lousier American remake is something like the next generation of suck.
What Mike Newells film lacks in brio it makes up for in reverence.
The must-see El Crimen del Padre Amaro doesn’t get much love on video.
The film’s money shot is audacious yet tender, recalling a more notorious sequence from Viridiana.