Narshty wrote:However I don't agree that Bunuel is a parodist; he's too interested in the worst impulses of human nature
There's nothing mutually exclusive here. Anyway I'm using 'parody' in the OED sense of "to produce or constitute a humorously exaggerated imitation of; to ridicule or satirize." You don't need well rounded humans for that; grotesques will do just fine.
Narshty wrote:the behaviour and emotional patterns he delineates are so recognisable, you could call his characters distillations rather than types.
Again you seem to be making distinctions that don't exist. At least I don't see how the recognizability of "behaviour and emotional patterns" points more towards a distillation than a type, the latter being by definition a recurring well-known pattern. (Actually, out of curiosity, and since I had the window open, I also looked up 'type' in the OED and found this: "A kind, class, or order as distinguished by a particular character," which describes Exterminating Angel, Discreet Charm, ect. quite well I think). One distills something down to its essence, and I'm much more comfortable calling his characters representations of a certain class of people than I am calling them the essence of that class, tho' that may just be me.
Narshty wrote:The reveal of the second dog doesn't seem to be a kind of tragic shrug that injustice and cruelty still remains, it seems to be jeering at the character. The bit when the dog wants to go back to its former owner is a perfect moment; it's the "Who does that moron think he is?" follow-up that I find, at best, obnoxious.
I'm more inclined to think it's jeering at the audience for getting an easy, sentimental pleasure out of a save-the-poor-animal moment. It's a jab at the same hypocritical sentimentality that causes an organization like PETA to not bat an eyelid whenever someone is horribly murdered in The Dark Knight, but to take up arms when Batman hits a dog. It's a sick joke, but I don't think it's at the expense of the man or the dog (the bit about the dog wanting back to its owner is merely a thematic recapitulation of the poor returning to their own cruel and manipulative life in the midst of a better, kinder possibility. It's not the first time Bunuel is equating animal and man--the end of Exterminating Angel comes to mind). I think Bunuel knows that the sight of a hapless dog gets more "oooh's" than the sight of some hapless humans.
Narshty wrote:What's more, I never took it that Viridiana thought she could change the world - she openly states she knows how little she can do before all hell breaks loose - she just doesn't factor in the kinds of human nature she thought her virtue and good example would nullify
A lazy choice of words on my part. I meant more the type who think they can do more with the little they have than is actually feasible. And I always took Viridiana's comment that she knows how little she can do more as an unthinking Christian platitude/apologia than an actual conscious understanding of her limitations. The mere fact that she gathers the homeless into the house is enough to demonstrate she's overreaching. But you're spot on saying "she just doesn't factor in the kinds of human nature she thought her virtue and good example would nullify." Part of Bunuel's point is how hypocritical nunnery is: admonishing you to seflessly help the world all while keeping you in isolated ignorance of how the world actually is.
I'm surprised I'm defending the movie so much since it was a bit like "dry toast." I think maybe that has less to do with content than execution. Somehow the movie just seems less ebulliant and devious in tone than his others.