Par 1 touche fantastique, Bunuel matérialise la frustration engendrée par 1 rituel social mainte fois repoussé - la réception. Sous ce vernis protocolaire, dont se moque "gentiment" le film, l'angoisse, trahie par la subconscience,émerge en cauchemars gigognes
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world's still here. Do I believe the world's still here? Is it still