Oh wow! - Almost empty!

Not many movies have close to null topics in here ...!

And this one deservedly so. I confess to be an admirer of Bunuel, as much as can be. I watched, I think almost all of his works. And this is the weakest of all, to me. Almost boring. No suspense, almost no surrealism, no 'strange ending', no surprise. Obvious toy-cars running uphill in rain.

If there was any movie by Bunuel that I can live without, it is this.
Some compare it to the documentary style of 'Las Hurdas'. But that is powerful, like most Bunuel movies. Powerful from the intention, with strong images and words. This here is like stitched together from sequences of nothingness.
I can somehow see a place for the celebration of the mother of the bus owner's birthday, but the Yankee tourists elude me.
Few scenes could grasp my attention. Bunuel's love of sheep (Agnus Dei), the parable of Eve, the apple, and sin, as well as birth and death on the way. At one moment I was tempted to interpret the bus ride as a symbolic sequence of the ride that we take through our lives; though even that would have been under-developed.