"Poets have said that eyes are the windows to the soul, but Luis Buñuel believed that our legs and feet revealed more about us than any other parts of our bodies." - Ed Gonzalez

This Indie "B" made by blacklisters has a few cool Bunuel touches (hairy spider being stepped on, raccoon devouring chickens, numerous close-ups of feet), and the ending is surprisingly tolerant and European: a story that features statutory rape and false racist accusations ends with a hint of hope instead of the murder/suicide combo that a similar "A" Hollywood studio product would require. Scott is fine here too in this his last major role, but still the whole thing never quite jells.

An English-language film by Bunuel, much better than his Robinson Crusoe. The explorations of innocence and racial issues and corruption were very compelling, and there were a number of Bunuel touches to keep things lively. However, the theme of redemption rang hollow. Not that the movie necessarily needed to end on a dark note, it just could have been handled more convincingly.