Robinson Crusoe (1954) Movie Review

I am always a fan of Robinson Crusoe movies up until the point where Friday comes along, which inevitably turns the formerly heroic Crusoe into a kind of cruel slaver and Friday as his jibbering lackey. Luis Buñuel's crude adaptation isn't any different, switching instantly from an exciting tale of of survival into something altogether different. The film here is also terribly erratic in quality -- parts are lush and sumptuous, while alternate scenes recall old sword-and-sandals flicks, with blown-out lighting and ham-fisted acting. A true oddity for Buñuel.

Aka Las Aventuras de Robinson Crusoe.