There is a fine line between what emotion a film can evoke and the rationality and relevance of the way events unfold. After Lucia uses that line like a tight rope before turning into a truly dark, horrific and distressing story that although, may be a bit random with its motivations, captures the very essence of anguish. It’s disturbing enough – seeing the level of psychological abuse that is piled on Alejandra – but it’s the fact that she keeps it from her father for, however misguided, selfless reasons that makes her an even more tragic victim.
I hate movies about bullying. This one is especially cruel and extremely disturbing, but is brilliantly directed.
Franco is the mexican Haneke? Not necessarily but I understand the comparison.