The slow and agonizing awakening of a difficult period of lack of love for a man is the author's exercise that Jorge Echeverri dared to explore from a theatrical position, some experimental.
Fabio Rubiano - its protagonist - self-destructs, questions himself, blames himself and can only redeem himself through his own catharsis.
Although film is looking for a different and difficult-to-access aesthetic proposal, his artistic pose goes too far and ends up distorting history. There is acceptable photography work and Rubiano delves into his theatrical training, but the film would have worked better as a short film. So much anger locked up in an hour and a half is overwhelming, although surely Echeverri wanted to sink his finger into that issue so insistently until he mortified the viewer with a feeling similar to loving contempt.
Fabio Rubiano - its protagonist - self-destructs, questions himself, blames himself and can only redeem himself through his own catharsis.
Although film is looking for a different and difficult-to-access aesthetic proposal, his artistic pose goes too far and ends up distorting history. There is acceptable photography work and Rubiano delves into his theatrical training, but the film would have worked better as a short film. So much anger locked up in an hour and a half is overwhelming, although surely Echeverri wanted to sink his finger into that issue so insistently until he mortified the viewer with a feeling similar to loving contempt.
