Betrayed

Summary

A sun-scorched hacienda becomes the stage for a lethal pas de trois: Carmelita, dewy yet furnace-hearted, shelters the sulphurous outlaw Leopoldo Juarez, whose very silhouette smells of gunpowder and desert iron. Their nocturnal tryst by a moon-polished brook is aborted when she slips into a narcoleptic lull; at dawn, the crisp blue of the U.S. cavalry intrudes in the person of Lt. William Jerome—eyes the color of faded Union bills, spurs chiming like small, accusing bells. Smitten, Carmelita blurts the rendezvous hour, thereby knotting love, betrayal, and the scent of imminent cordite. Juarez, catching wind of her treachery, cloaks her in his own serape and sombrero—an act half chivalric, half diabolic—so that the officer’s rifle finds her breast instead of his. Jerome stands trial for murder beneath a jury of stony patriarchs; the firing squad’s rifles yawn like cathedral doors. Yet the film, in a final convulsion of irony, tilts the moral axis: every testimony is porous, every wound partly self-inflicted, every mask reversible. The last reel leaves us not with a corpse but with a hall of mirrors where victim and executioner endlessly swap costumes.

Synopsis

When notorious bandit Leopoldo Juarez takes refuge in her house, pretty young Mexican girl Carmelita finds herself falling for him, and arranges to meet him at a nearby brook, but falls asleep soon after he leaves. She awakens to find American army officer William Jerome arriving at the house, looking for Jerome. Intrigued by the young officer, she tells him about her scheduled meeting with the bandit. Juarez finds out about it, and forces her to wear his hat and coat. Jerome mistakenly shoots her, is tried for murder and sentenced to be shot before a firing squad. However, everything isn't quite the way it seems to be . . .