A funny revenge fantasy, if you're a dad who shelled out a lot of money and labor on behalf of a family that sometimes took you for granted. Luis Bunuel was still grinding 'em out as a working-class director at this time. I respect that, El Gran Calavera is subversive enough on its own terms, especially the fiasco wedding at the end with Pablo's rude interruptions while the vows are being spoken. The last scene is reminiscent of the The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie's ending, and there's ample "all is not as it seems" going on to satisfy any Bunuel fan. I enjoyed my hour and a half in the company of Don Ramiro and his messed up household.