An evident filching and ineffectual rewording of a Tennessee Williams title, for use on a blue-collar comedy by Luis Buñuel. The movie overall -- except for the staging of a neighborhood religious pageant, which demonstrates a perfect understanding that such amateur theatrics needn't be exaggerated in order to be hilarious -- doesn't amount to much. It knowingly makes use of a public transit vehicle as a ready-made resource of surrealistic encounters, an inspiration that Buñuel had made use of before, and better, in Mexican Busride. What ought to be a juggling-act comedy never quite gets into full swing, because Buñuel lets every promising comic element melt in his fingers, like an ice cube, and trickle away before he can bring the next element into play. (1953) — Duncan Shepherd
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