Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

And our name in time shall be forgotten, and no man shallhave any remembrance of our works.For our time is as the passing of a shadow, and there is nogoing back of our end: for it is fast sealed, and no man returneth.Come therefore, and let us enjoy the good things that arepresent, and let us speedily use the creatures as in youth.Let us fill ourselves with costly wine, and ointments: andlet not the flower of the time pass by us.Let us crown ourselves with roses, before they be withered:let no meadow escape our riot.Let none of us go without his part in luxury: let us everywherehave tokens of joy: for this is our portion, and this ourlot.Reading this profession of atheism is like reading one of the moresublime pages in de Sade.After La zluszbn vwp en tranvia (Illusion Travels by Streetcar), Imade El rio y la mte(Death and the River), which was shown at theVenice festival. Although the underlying argument in the film seemsto be that through education we'll civilize ourselves-or to put itmore simply, if everyone had a college diploma, there'd be no moremurder (a belief I find thoroughly absurdethere's another aspect ofthe movie that intrigues me. I've always been fascinated by the easewith which certain people can kill others, and this idea runs throughoutthe film in the form of a series of simple and apparently gratuitousmurders. Curiously, each time someone died, the audience laughedand shouted for more. Yet most of the events in the film were basedon true stories. In addition, they reveal a dramatic aspect of LatinAmerican culture, Colombian in particular, which seems to hold thebelief that human life~one's own as well as other people's-is lessimportant than it is elsewhere. One can be killed for the smallestmistake, like a sideways look, or simply because someone "feels likeit." European readers are always shocked when they see their morningpaper in Mexico, which is typically filled with reports of all sorts ofviolent crimes. I remember one particularly diabolical article about