"From Un Chien Andalou to That Obscure Object of Desire, Luis Buñuel spent almost 50 years cataloging the frustrated romantic desires of his characters." - Ed Gonzalez

Bunuel's marvelous idea of having two different actresses play the same role gives a whole new twist to this old story (first filmed with Dietrich) of sexual obsession.

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Last 30 minutes or so of this are amazing.

Two different actresses play the role of the pursued woman. Bouquet and Molina switch off throughout, never with a flourish nor following any readily discernible pattern. Bunuel's deftness means the cinematic tactic underscores and enriches his themes, emphasizing the woman's elusiveness. What's more, it creates the sense that the woman herself is unimportant; it's the idea of her that has captured the man, and that lack of meaningful investment is the reason why he will never truly have her.

The fruitless pursuit of the titular "object" becomes more and more maddening, not because it is unfulfilled, but because Mathieu can never "have" Conchita because she refuses to be objectified, and he fails to realize this. The absurdity of Buñuel's final film is subtle, but satisfying.

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Buñuel has a unique side to all his films, This one included. But it's not as cheaky and overwhelming as some of his other works. Still, there are some incredible scenes, some making you want to strangle the girl - others making you to worship her. Which is a refreshing mix of emotions.

Brilliant skewering of the entire genre. It's been called sexist, but I disagree - both genders come out petty and obsessed.

Luis Buñuel's swan song "Cet obscur objet du désir" is a gimmicky, maddening and occasionally brilliant examination of erotic obsession. The surreal touches are here (although toned down from "Le charme discret de la bourgeoisie") but don't distract from a story as compelling as it is frustrating. Rey turns in another low-key but strong performance, while the two-actress trick is efficient. A very satisfying film overall. It overcomes its flaws and emerges as a largely entertaining masterwork.

This movie is good but at the same time frustrating as shit because apparently women are crazy as hell and I don't understand them. The plot of this is absurd and everything that unfolds makes zero sense. Yet, I found myself intrigued by nearly everything. I even yelled at the TV a few times. The way the story was told could've been better, having a dude sit on a train and tell his life story is pretty lame. The 2 actress gimmick was good because I got to see 2 pairs of titties you feel me

The parallels between internal and external conflicts, the level of humor, the level of drama...What a film! When I found out that there were two women playing one character I instantly began to doubt this film, but it works perfectly. I don't want to spoil anything, but I think the sum of the dynamism it created eclipsed even what Bunuel envisioned himself. I don't think I've ever seen the wonderfully horrible terror of love played out better on film. Bunuel just really captures the volatile an