Buñuel's rascally subversions and perversions seem, in a way, more precious in the period prior to when they were expected of him (him, the Sovereign Surrealist), when instead they had to be smuggled out furtively, nervily, when they came from under the counter only. And there is hardly a better chance to appreciate his sneakiness than in this accepted Saturday-matinee version of the classic Defoe survival tale, dutifully retold point by point in the basso profundo narration of Dan O'Herlihy, but shot through with Buñuel's special insights and insinuations (as to, for example, the libidinous possibilities of echoes, a scarecrow, and a long-haired native innocently trying on the clothes and jewels of a salvaged wardrobe chest). Buñuel's first film in color. (1952) — Duncan Shepherd
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