Super duper dumb. Super duper funny.
Like all the great Buñuel films, it is elevated to the highest level by its utterly straight-faced absurdity.
The gardener is a bishop? Sure.
That gardener murders his old family gardener after discovering that gardener murdered /his/ parents? Sure.
They go for dinner in the middle of a wake? Sure.
An armed woman throws a vase? Sure.
A lieutenant invites himself to a ladies' luncheon to tell them a ghost story? Sure.
They're out of tea? Sure.
Water? Why not?
Why must we release the drug dealing ambassador and his compatriots?
*Plane flies overhead repeatedly*
Brilliant from the word go.
Why? Why did I watch this? For whatever reason I find almost all of Dreyer's films infuriating, chock full of insufferable characters with few or no redeeming characteristics- this is one of those movies. And the ending? Fuck. That. Noise. Go watch The Passion of Joan of Arc instead, THAT is a great movie.