Cult Review
Senior Film Conservator

Look, if you like movies that move at the speed of a desert tortoise, you might find something to love here. If you need a plot that actually goes somewhere before the hour mark, stay far away. This is for people who like to stare at landscapes and listen to long, heavy silences.
It’s not for everyone. Honestly, I think most people would get bored in the first twenty minutes. But if you're in a mood to just sit with a movie that isn't begging for your attention, maybe give it a shot.
There is a lot of looking into the distance in this film. Characters stand by fences, they stare at the dirt, they stare at each other. It’s a bit like watching a more serious version of Love in the Desert but with way less joy.
The cinematography is actually pretty striking, though. There’s this one shot of a worn-out wooden chair sitting against a peeling wall that lasted for way too long. I found myself counting the cracks in the wood. It was weirdly hypnotic.
Joaquín Coss is doing a lot of heavy lifting here with just his eyebrows. He carries that classic 'I’ve seen too much' look that makes you feel like you owe him money. It’s grounded, sure, but sometimes I just wanted him to say something—anything—to break the tension.
There's a scene near the middle where they sit around a table for dinner, and the clinking of silverware sounds louder than the dialogue. It felt like they were trying to convince me this meal mattered more than it did. I started thinking about what I wanted for dinner instead. 🌮
Compared to something punchy like Live Wires, this feels like an endurance test. It lacks the snappy energy of older films, choosing instead to lean into this slow, aching melancholy that I can't decide if I like or not.
I left the film feeling like I’d just woken up from a long, slightly uncomfortable nap. It’s not bad, it’s just... there. It doesn't try to impress you. It just exists, dusty and stubborn, much like the people on screen. 🌵