
1965 · Luis Buñuel
How Simon of the Desert has been received, argued over, and remembered.
It took a Special Jury Prize at Venice in 1965 but was long treated as a truncated oddity — the abandoned last gasp of Buñuel's Mexican period. Now its 45 minutes are treasured as a perfect miniature, routinely called one of the greatest 'short' features ever made.
The eternal debate: is the famously abrupt ending a genius punchline or just what happens when the money runs out — and would a 'finished' version have been better or worse?
Silvia Pinal's shape-shifting Devil taunting a bearded ascetic on his pillar is one of the indelible images of religious satire on film, endlessly screenshotted and referenced whenever cinema mocks piety.
A Letterboxd darling and cinephile rite of passage — the capstone of Buñuel's Mexican period and of his Silvia Pinal trilogy after Viridiana and The Exterminating Angel, with the unbeatable pitch of 'a masterpiece in 45 minutes.'
Influences Luis Buñuel has publicly named — the director's own word, distinct from the inferred lines of influence.