Fernando Trueba should concentrate in Latin jazz, rather than subject us to sit through films like this one that should have been titled "To be or not to be in Casablanca". If you would like to punish your worst enemy, tie him up to a chair and make him sit through this film, as well as "El Embrujo de Shanghai", in a screening room without toilet. That would be my idea of Sino-Teutonic punishment with Iberian overtones.
This film offers nothing in the way of originality. It relies in the kind of language that Spanish films are full of when the director or writer doesn't have anything interesting to say.
Let's pray Mr. Trueba will come to New York again to do "Calle 53" and save us from epics such as this one.
This film offers nothing in the way of originality. It relies in the kind of language that Spanish films are full of when the director or writer doesn't have anything interesting to say.
Let's pray Mr. Trueba will come to New York again to do "Calle 53" and save us from epics such as this one.