Even with the economic restrictions of his Mexican exile, Luis Buñuel proved he could turn an otherwise unassuming project into a signature film of unique wit and style. The simple story follows an unlucky young bridegroom on a long, fantastic journey by bus across the country to visit his ailing mother. With his mind distracted by thoughts of her death, he encounters on his trip a multitude of life, while the bus and its passengers careen from one diversion to another. Every encounter is underscored by the director's distinctive brand of deadpan absurdity: a peg-legged gentleman stuck in a mud puddle; a man selling mail-order chickens; a detour for a birthday fiesta thrown by the driver's mother. There's even a dream sequence loaded with the same, crazy Freudian symbolism left over from Buñuel's earlier collaborations with Salvador Dali. In its own quiet way the film has to be considered an underrated classic, directed with a surplus of humor and humanity by an acknowledged master.
Review of Mexican Bus Ride
