 The better performances come in the lesser roles—Laird Cregar as an effeminate aficionado, J. Carrol Naish as a broken matador, John Carradine as a grumbling member of the quadrilla.For one enthralling moment Vicente Gomez, the musician, appears on the screen.If the film had only caught the barbaric pulse of Gomez's incomparable fingers at the guitar, there would be good cause for cheers.