DCP, rewatched. Here is one of Buñuel's Mexican films that there is no possibility of revaluing, even if without spurious comparisons. In fact, Buñuel considered it one of the worst he had ever made and included it in the category of "nourishing" films. For my part, i agree and once again I'm puzzled with the "quality" of the Mexican actors of this period.
One of Buñuel's most conventional and low-key melodramas, it is finely acted including in embryoning form the theological/moral bite of later works. Bourgeois society is caught in self-destructive dualisms anchored here in property, career and status. Like the circulation of accumulated capital, evil corrodes the soul and via passions it demolishes bonds, kin and intimacy in love's repression by societal norms.