Luis Buñuel shares the distinction of having only one title on Netflix Streaming with Alfred Hitchcock (The Lady Vanishes) and Stanley Kubrick (Dr. Strangelove). Some time ago, Un Chien Andalou (1929), Buñuel’s groundbreaking short featuring a young Salvador Dali, was available, but no longer. Tristana (1970) is far from his best work, but deserves a viewing from those who enjoy his more celebrated movies such as Belle du Jour (1967) and The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (1972).
Unlike the more famous Buñuel selections I mentioned, Tristana is a relatively straightforward melodrama that features very little of Buñuel’s surrealistic tendencies (Surrealistic Tendencies sounds like the name of a bad ’80s punk band). Fernando Rey plays Don Lope, the guardian of the much younger Tristana, played by DeNeuve. Also being a lecherousold man, he soon wants to be more than her guardian. They become lovers as well, but Lope maintains his philosophy that, as a free man (free of religion), he is still free to love others. Soon that belief is challenged when Tristana meets someone else she loves as well. Lope is not a hypocrite and allows her to leave. However, their love still lingers, and Tristana’s subsequent illness brings them back together after a number of years. Watch the movie to find out who she chooses.
Tristana struck me as being simultaneously ahead of its time, yet also feeling dated. Rey as the main character gives a convincing performance as a forward-thinking atheist/socialist (Given that this was made during the Franco regime, this was truly a daring philosophy for any character to espouse). Yet, at the same time, he often talks of women as if they are nothing more than sex objects and lower than men. I would like to give Buñuel the benefit of the doubt and say that this contrast between being enlightened and being Neanderthal was intentional, but the film is 45 years old now, so I can’t be sure. Tristana does become a complete person to him towards the end of the film, through challenging his beliefs and standing up for herself. But the misogynistic overtones of some of the earlier conversations, coupled with the disturbing age difference between the two, don’t quite redeem Don Lope in my eyes.
As for Catherine DeNeuve, she like in Belle du Jour, plays an “ice queen” with an ever increasing amount of willpower. The character is well-written but remains enigmatic throughout the film. She remains an object of men’s desire, a beautiful woman whom men can project their fantasies upon, even as she asserts herself as an adult. One thing I didn’t like about her is that she uses her illness as a way to test which suitor really loves her. In my opinion, this undermined the idea of her becoming an independent person, and came off more like a schoolgirl pitting two schoolboys against each other to win her affections. As for DeNeuve’s acting, it is really hard to judge, as her part was dubbed over in Spanish. I realize that many movies of this time, especially Spaghetti westerns, had actors speak in their native tongue, and then had another actor dubbed in the language of the movie later. But for Tristana, it detracted from DeNeuve’s performance.
Tristana shouldn’t be considered a classic by any means, but it held my interest. While not pushing many boundaries, it still is an intelligent and thoughtful piece of film from a treasured director. I’m not sure if viewing this would convince Netflix to stream more of his films. But do yourself a favor, and if you watch this, put his other films in your queue.
My Netflix rating: 3 out of 5
My IMDB rating: 7 out of 10