Most of the Mexicans who put up such a macho front are also momma’s boys. The foundation of Mexican society is the longsuffering mother. Why do you think they’re so obsessed with their venerable Virgin Mary?
Una mujer sin amor (1952, Luis Buñuel) is a bourgeois melodrama that centers on how sad it is ROSARIO has to endure the stifling obligations of her domestic role; except for a quick affair she indulges and its long-ranging consequences that her shitty sons rub her face in.
It’s supposed to attack the hypocrisy of society. I guess. There isn’t much going on here. It’s like a kitten whose claws haven’t grown in yet. I do like the scene early on in their house where the husband’s dinner in the fancy house in the fancy dining room is just tamales on his plate and nothing else on the table.
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