Nazarín

Nazarín (1959) is perhaps the most accomplished and difficult of Luis Buñuel’s Mexican films—not in the least because it’s a film that can be read in two distinctly different ways, depending on one’s predisposition concerning the material. The film is either a critique of Christianity, or a critique on the impossibility of Christianity in the modern world. The truth is actually somewhere in the middle, but given Buñuel’s standard take on the follies of religion and his frequent claims of atheism, it would seem more likely to lean toward the former.

The story follows the quasi-saintly Father Nazario (Francisco Rabal), a man who tries to live his life strictly on the principles of Jesus Christ—even choosing to live amidst the lowest of the low in the worst part of town. It is this that sets the story in motion, since his sheltering of a streetwalker, Andara (Rita Macedo), who’s killed another woman in a fight, leads to his dismissal from the church and sets him on a pilgrimage. The pilgrimage only furthers the image of the impracticality of his approach to life. Not only do his travels benefit him nothing, neither do they do anyone else much good, since disaster and death seem to lie in his wake. In the end, Nazario winds up questioning his own beliefs, which in Buñuel’s view might be considered enlightenment. It’s a film rich in detail and strangeness (some verging on surrealism without ever quite crossing the line)—and one that raises more questions than it answers, making it constantly fascinating, if occasionally maddening.