Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator
Honestly, it depends on how much patience you have for long, static shots of people looking miserable. If you like your movies fast, skip this. If you want something that feels like a slow, grey afternoon, you’ll probably find something to love here. Fans of old-school, heavy-handed emotional dramas will dig it. Everyone else might just get bored, and that’s fair.
It’s not trying to be the next Nène. It’s got its own weird, swampy rhythm.
The whole thing feels like it was filmed in a basement. The lighting is constantly fighting against the gloom. There’s this one scene where Florencia Belsey is just standing by the window for what feels like five minutes. I checked my phone twice. Then I realized I was actually watching her hands shake. That’s the movie right there. It’s all in the small, uncomfortable stuff.
The pacing is… well, it’s not really pacing. It’s more like drifting. You start in one place and suddenly you’re in a totally different argument about something you didn't even know was a problem. It reminded me a bit of the suffocating feeling in Mulheres da Beira, but way more focused on the internal rot.
The dialogue is sparse. Sometimes people just grunt at each other. It’s refreshingly honest, I guess, but it makes for a weird viewing experience. You spend half the time trying to figure out if they’re fighting or just tired of each other's company.
It’s a bit like watching The Lunatic without the jokes. Just pure, unfiltered grayness. You won’t leave this feeling happy, but you might feel like you actually saw something real. Or maybe I’m just projecting because it was raining when I watched it. 🌧️
Either way, it’s a strange little relic. Don't expect answers. Just expect to sit there and let it happen to you.

Title
Sobre el cienoYear
1933
IMDb Rating
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