Bunuel's surrealism is really a kind of mysticism in reverse, He has had to wrestle, not with the devil, but with the angel in him, and in Nazarin traces of the struggle are still apparent.

It is so grim that it lacks even the energy to present itself dramatically.

The most breathtaking cinematic cross-examination of faith I have ever seen… not content to ignore religion as a non-issue, or to take cheap shots at its practitioners.

The film is beautiful, with all Builuel's peculiar sensuality in the face of things, which he can make, like faces, extraordinary and eloquent, ceaselessly expregsive and pregnant with this or that.