The New York Film Festival is a peculiar combination of international no-talents and geniuses, a show, in T.S. Eliot's phrase, of "garlic and sapphires in the mud." Last week, at its opening, the garlic was very much in evidence. This week some sapphires glint:
Tristana. Like their greatest paisano, Picasso, Spanish geniuses have their roots in another century or their homes in another country. Except for that grand exception: Luis Buñuel. The Old Aragonese, 70, has reached a modus vivendi with Franco Spain, and returned to create in Tristana a coda of inexhaustible power...
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