ChicDragon
It's a mild crowd pleaser for people who are exhausted by blockbusters.
StyleSk8r
At first rather annoying in its heavy emphasis on reenactments, this movie ultimately proves fascinating, simply because the complicated, highly dramatic tale it tells still almost defies belief.
Micah Lloyd
Excellent characters with emotional depth. My wife, daughter and granddaughter all enjoyed it...and me, too! Very good movie! You won't be disappointed.
Griff Lees
Very good movie overall, highly recommended. Most of the negative reviews don't have any merit and are all pollitically based. Give this movie a chance at least, and it might give you a different perspective.
rodrig58
Fernando Rey, a great and distinguished actor, starred in several masterpieces by Luis Buñuel, "Viridiana" (1961), "The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie" (1972), "That Obscure Object of Desire" (1977). Together with Catherine Deneuve, he played in another masterpiece signed by the same Luis Buñuel, "Tristana" (1970). Juan Luis Buñuel, son of Luis Buñuel and director of this "La femme aux bottes rouges" (1974), brings together the two actors to manifest his own style, not far from that of his father, as a kind of continuation of his father's talent. But, unfortunately, it is nothing but an attempt, an imprint in the void. The script is weak, disappointing. From here, all the trouble. Despite the good players(we have in the cast also two fine Italian actors, Adalberto Maria Merli and Laura Betti), nothing can save the film from disaster. Even having the song originally from Romania (my home country), L'Alouette (Ciocirlia) performed by Michael Ionesco and His Orchestra Tzigane, he still fails. When I was a teenager, I was lovesick of surrealism, and I still am, but this is just bullshit, nothing more.
christopher-underwood
Whilst it has to be said that this rather silly and I'm afraid somewhat pretentious, I enjoyed it. If Mr Bunuel junior had been able to shrug off the onerous responsibility of being his father's son, this could have been a less seriously intended and much more fun film. However, I am being picky for there are enough stimulating lines of dialogue and provocative visuals to keep things moving and we have the two stars, on top form, as well. Fernando Rey is at his impish best, and if at times we are not too sure what is going on, he never seems to have any such doubts. At once creepy, half crazed and completely mad he slides, bounds and crashes throughout his many scenes. And Catherine, seven years after her amazing performance in Mr Bunuel senior's classic, Belle de Jour, she is back again giving her all for his son. She does wear red boots a lot of the time but I saw nothing significant in this to warrant the title but she looks lovely in them. In truth she looks lovely without them too and with and without all her clothes. Well worth a watch.
tedg
Spoilers herein.The elder Bunuel made films that were slickly vacuous, thinly self-referential and highly abstract, but they had some cinematic consistency. I find even the most celebrated trivial.The younger made this. It doesn't flow well, and is devoid of any visual sensibility. But I found it much more intelligent and adventurous.A writer writes a book that is this story. Her lover is a painter who paints this story. They encounter a publicist whose job is to make things seem different than they are, and a millionaire who is intent on manipulating local reality as a pull on art.The entire thing comes from an egg. The entire thing comes from a vision in a pub. The entire thing is a vision created by Francoise. The entire thing is a story in a letter intercepted and soaped, or an intricate chess game in three dimensions that creates in three dimensions, or a dream of the valet's.Or a history of her husband recounted by Leonore to herself as she paints her face in public - or perhaps just a phantasm in the night during an unexpected picnic.Maybe it is a bad movie that charmed me through the several century old magic of Prospero, who is quoted here throughout.Ted's Evaluation: 3 of 3 - Worth watching
Maxy-2
I had never heard of Luis Bunuel having a son who was a film maker, but this film is easily worthy of the master. It has some of his father's regulars and Catherine Deneuve's performance is creepily offhand, as is Fernando Rey's. It has the usual surrealistic sight gags but also has a teasing motif about a trompe l'oeil painting which pays off beautifully at the end. It's also somewhat reminiscent of Alain Robbe-Grillet's La belle captive. Can't imagine why I hadn't heard of Juan Bunuel before this.