Goya's Ghosts supplies more grounds for despair than fury. One understands Forman's mood; he is a man who lived through the Holocaust and the Soviet Occupation, and now he is deep in Bush and Cheney's epic misrule. Maybe Luis Buñuel, who seems to be one of the ghosts haunting this picture, could have found a better balance of sorrow and mirthless mirth.
Jump 15 years and, in a series of stupendous set pieces which swiftly and horribly convey the sick and seamy side of warfare, we witness the invasion of Spain by Napoleon's forces. And at the heart of the new administration, who should we meet but Brother Lorenzo, now a diehard revolutionary? But the ghosts of his past are ready and waiting to haunt him, and Goya, now an old man and deaf as a post, is there to chart his downfall. 041b061a72