Not to be confused with Carlos Saura's
El Amor Brujo, Rovira Beleta's film is sort of bananas, honestly, and the acting is out of control in its theatricality. But
El Amor Brujo is an enjoyable curiosity, even if it doesn't have the level of amazing flamenco that
Los Tarantos does. For me, the highlight of this film – in which a man fakes his death so that he can haunt his girlfriend and gaslight her into coming back to him – is when the woman's
new boyfriend realizes (and is relieved) that this man is alive and not a ghost.
Real men you can fight, he says,
ghosts are another matter.
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