Spanish-language black comedy, a classification which would still today raise the specter of Luis Buñuel, even without the specific sight of the mannequin in the furnace. (See The Criminal Life of Archibaldo de la Cruz, from the master's Mexican period.) Director Alex de la Iglesia, like other followers in those footsteps, finds a paved highway where his forerunner had to hack out a path in the wilderness. Almost inevitably, the story of a dapper lady-killer blackmailed into fidelity to a wallflower is black comedy at its cheeriest: as jaunty as the Saturday Night Fever strut of the hero. (The green-faced ghost with a cleaver in his head -- the grounds for blackmail -- is fit for nothing more than an amusement-park Haunted House.) The film perhaps has a little something to say -- a very little -- about the superficiality of modern culture and its preoccupation with skin-deep beauty. Guillermo Toledo, Mónica Cervera, Luis Varela. (2004) — Duncan Shepherd
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