Amusing enough for a smile but not much more. The film doesn't quite work as satire because it is not an exaggeration - this sort of thing happens all the time. Right now, wherever you are in the world, within a 1 mile radius of you there is some balding fat rich old lecher hitting on some money-grubbing little vixen, who is going to end up taking him for all he's got. Bunuel once again seems desperate to be "analyzed" by the critics: two actresses playing the same character, random terrorist attacks throughout. Throw in enough arbitrary stuff and you'll get some expert waxing philosophical about your directorial obsessions.
Review of That Obscure Object of Desire
