El sabor de la gloria: A weird, dusty relic

Is it worth the time?

If you have a thing for movies that look like they were pulled from the back of a damp basement shelf, maybe. It’s for the folks who find joy in the grainy texture of old film stock and don’t mind a plot that wanders off to talk to itself for twenty minutes. If you need pacing, clear stakes, or anything that feels modern, you are going to hate this.

It’s not exactly a hidden masterpiece. It’s just… there. Existing in its own little bubble.

Notes from the couch

• The lighting in the kitchen scene is bafflingly orange.
• I’m still not sure why they spent so much time on that one guy’s hat.
• The background extras in the street sequence are clearly just staring at the camera.

The dialogue has this strange, clipped quality. It’s like nobody in the movie actually talks to each other; they just sort of take turns reciting lines at the air. It’s deeply weird. But sometimes, that’s exactly what I want.

There’s a moment near the middle where a character just sits in a chair for way too long. The camera doesn't cut. I started counting how many times he blinked. It became the most interesting part of the film for me, in a very stupid way. 🙄

It reminded me a bit of the aimless energy in The Lost Chord, though nowhere near as charming. Or maybe I’m just projecting because I wanted someone to actually do something.

I can’t tell if the director meant for the tone to be this dry, or if the film just aged poorly. Does it matter? Probably not. It’s just a mood. A dusty, slightly annoying mood.

Don’t go looking for deep meaning here. You’ll just get a headache. Just watch the way the actors navigate the cramped sets and try not to think too hard about the script. It’s fine. It’s a movie. It happened. 🎞️