This is a pseudo
art film that thinks it’s oh, so clever, but, in reality, is oh, so
pretentious, sort of what a prepubescent director might produce in an
attempt to recreate Last Year at Marienbad for a kindergarten film
class. Lucia’s husband
disappears and is apparently kidnapped.
Two men, one old and one young, appear at her door to help her.
Her story is either true or lies.
Her husband has either been kidnapped or he hasn’t.
The story is boring, disjointed, boring, incoherent, boring, and
nonsensical. Oh, did I mention
that it’s boring? Lucia (Ceclia
Roth) is beautiful (and topless in one scene), but, try as she may, she
can’t cry tears. I wasted
enough time sitting through this. I
don’t want to waste any more writing about it.
If, after reading my review, you find yourself tempted to see this,
take a cold shower and fight it off. In
Spanish, unfortunately with subtitles
August
2, 2003
The End
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