I was disappointed to see a film made so recently (1964) perpetuating the myths that women put up a fight but ultimately enjoy being raped or that they secretly want to be raped. The only witness's story that didn't make that point was the wife's, & James Shatner (glazed eyes fixed on the horizon) immediately moved to undermine her account. The train station scenes were stilted & unrealistic with the exception of the last several minutes. Paul Newman thrashed around like a beached trout doing his semi-animalistic "bandito" portrayal, & if I were of Mexican descent I'd have scathing things to say about it. I'm not sure why the film-makers played the last version of the story for laughs - it was really jarring after the sturm-und-drang of the first three versions. The movie generally seemed to be making the point that people present as truth the version of events that casts themselves in the best light, but the last version focused more on the idea that people are ridiculous whatever they do, & the 2 ideas don't mesh very well.
Review of The Outrage
