Bunuel_Luis_My_Last_Breath

Pro and Con 227twic~Rigoletto in Los olvidados (the episode with the bag), and Toscain La FieWe monte a El Pao. In a strange way, perhaps my love ofdisguise is connected to both these art forms. I have told how I usedto dress up as a priest and walk around the city-a felony punishableby five years in jail. Sometimes I dressed like a laborer, and foundthat no one ever paid any attention to me at all. I simply did notexist. A friend and I used to pretend to bepaletos, rednecks from theprovinces. We'd go into a bar, I'd wink at the owner and say, "Givemy friend here a banana," and he'd eat the whole thing, includingthe peel. (It was always good for a laugh.)One day, when I was walking around disguised as an army officer,I scolded two artillerymen for not saluting me, and ordered them toreport to their commanding officer. Another time, when Lorca andI went out in costume, we ran into a famous young poet we bothknew. Federico insulted him with the usual Spanish color, but thepoet only stared, not recognizing either one of us. Much later inMexico, while Louis Malle was shooting Viva Maria, I put on a wigand walked onto the set, right past Malle, who had no idea who Iwas. No one did-neither my technician friends nor Jeanne Moreau(who'd made a movie with me) nor my son Juan-Luis, who was oneof Malle's assistants.Disguise is a fascinating experience, because it allows you toexperience another life. When you're a worker, for instance, salespeople immediately suggest you buy the cheapest things; people arealways cutting in front of you in line, and women never look at you.Clearly, the world simply isn't made for you at all.The entrances to movie theatres, with their tasteless publicity,and banquets and awards ceremonies inspire me with undying hatred,even though they are sometimes the scene of amusing incidents. In1978 in Mexico City, the minister of culture awarded me the NationalArts medal, a superb gold medallion on which my nameappeared as Buiiuelos, which in Spanish means "donuts."I like known quantities and familiar places; when I go to Toledoor Segovia, I always follow the same route, stop at the same places,