Reviews

I'm not usually a follower of my country's comedy films, but every now and then you get to watch something that slaps you in the face, in the best of ways. This is one of the cases, as you don't expect the gags to be so enormously funny, and I mean "there's-something-about-Mary" kind of funny. The Farrelly brothers could have sign this script without blinking an eye. Javier Ruiz is undoubtedly the most promising comedy director there is in the Spanish movie industry, and the actors he picks are always good choices. Inma Cuesta proves herself to be more than valuable in drama and comedy, and the rest of the cast is almost flawless.

Give this movie a try and forget about the usual bullshit. This is NOT it.

I was reading a book while my TV was on for no reason. I do that sometimes, just to have something at the background of my thoughts. At 3:00 p.m. there's usually nothing on that's decent enough for any person to forget about what they're doing and focus on the screen. Spanish viewers have to deal with that since the beginning of TV times. Then there was an annoying sound that startled me. It appears the producers came with a brilliant idea: Why don't we cover up the badness of this script with a nonstop-nonsense soundtrack? And they did it! It's so bad I wanted to be blind for 2 hours. And that's all I can write, honestly.

Una pistola en cada mano it's a saying that implies you are aware of the situation and trying to make the most of it. In this film, one can relate to any of the plots as it reflects a good script and a good cast that's not very common to find in a Spanish movie. Watching Ricardo Darín and Luis Tosar in the same scene is a gift to my eyes, as we're all watching two of the most remarkable actors there are in the Hispanic world. Javier Cámara, Leonor Watling and practically the total cast are incredibly good. It's probably the director's fault, as the quality of the performances are close to perfection. It's about time one bumps into a good story.

Thank you, Cesc.

Being Spanish myself includes me in a list of potential victims of our most known filmmaker. I'm not an oblivious fan of Almodovar's work. I tend to watch his movies with objective lens, always hoping for the best. However this wasn't the case. His previous movie was one of a kind, considering he made Banderas act, really act, like wanting to shout my mouth after mumbling how bad an actor he always appeared to me. In "Los Amantes Pasajeros" (by the way, what's wrong with the translation, guys? Are you trying to copy our bad Spanish habit of not translating titles adequately?) the guy from La Mancha has tried to fool us. I mean, the non followers of his every work. This movie is incoherent, absurd and terribly boring. None of its jokes make sense as they seem to be written for really dumb people. I just miss my 7 euros, worth of a good burger instead.