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We interview filmmaker Paco Plaza without filters in Valladolid after he received the Honorary PUFA. We review his career, his ghosts, and the hidden history of his cinema.
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«Ben Affleck directs a claustrophobic thriller where money cannot buy freedom, only the absolute certainty of failure.»
Jesse McKeown delivers a tale of geographic isolation disguised as a sea monster that barely manages to stay afloat in Under the Surface.
Odin Lagbert dissects Takashi Miike's Audition: a surgical treatise where horror doesn't reside in the needle, but in male complicity.
Diego Velasco delivers in The Whistler an exercise where resource scarcity lays bare the seams of the modern thriller.
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Isabelle Huppert in a role that burns. Haneke turns the conservatory into an emotional slaughterhouse. Pain, silence, and a mother worse than hell itself.
Scorsese delivers a rat-infested thriller where Boston reeks of cheap whiskey and betrayal. Nicholson steals the show, DiCaprio sweats ink, and Damon grins like a psychopath. A masterpiece with an expiration date: never.
Kubrick turned science fiction into pure art: 149 minutes of eloquent silence, bone-wielding apes, and a psychopathic computer. Masterpiece or pretentious fraud? Here’s the verdict.
Polanski delivers a gothic thriller with more dust than demons, where Johnny Depp wanders through pages even he can’t decipher. A cursed masterpiece or just another pretentious tome gathering cobwebs on the shelf?
Alejandro Amenábar turns a gothic manor into a labyrinth of curtains and whispers. Nicole Kidman shines, but the script reeks of mothballs. A scalpel-sharp critique.
Żuławski turns a divorce into a flesh-and-psychosis black mass. Isabelle Adjani screams so hard the Berlin Wall shudders. Horror cinema for masochists with impeccable taste.
Yorgos Lanthimos turns Queen Anne’s palace into a luxury insane asylum. Emma Stone, Olivia Colman, and Rachel Weisz dance a minuet with daggers. 9.0/10. 💀
Michael Haneke dissects the French bourgeoisie with a psychological thriller that stings worse than a switchblade. Or is it just a hall of mirrors?
Tarantino rewrites history with a scalpel of razor-sharp dialogue and black humor that reeks of gunpowder. Christoph Waltz steals the corpse.
Christopher Nolan turned a comic book into Shakespeare with a blockbuster budget. Heath Ledger stole the Joker’s soul—and ours. Masterpiece or pretentious overkill? Here’s the autopsy.
Christopher Nolan dismantles memory like a Swiss watch in this twisted-structure masterpiece. Guy Pearce shines, but the script is the real monster here.
Silvia Mordaz’s scathing review of *Princess Mononoke*—Hayao Miyazaki’s epic that’s less a film and more a full-contact spiritual exorcism.
A scathing, razor-sharp takedown of *The Matrix*—the sci-fi flick that didn’t just bend reality but snapped it in half like a glow stick at a cyber-rave.
Kubrick drags us to the Overlook, where madness and terror take the wheel—no ghosts required.
Darren Aronofsky turns ballet into a razor-sharp psychological thriller. Natalie Portman dances, suffers, and leaves us breathless. Masterpiece or freak show?
Christian Bale disembowels capitalism with an axe and an Armani suit. Mary Harron films it like a cologne commercial. Masterpiece or style guide for yuppies?
John Carpenter weaves a fog that wavers between atmospheric suspense and unintentional ridiculousness. A gothic horror masterpiece or an unofficial prequel to *Scooby-Doo*?
Wes Craven unleashes terror’s most stylish monster: Freddy Krueger, the wet dream of the American nightmare. 91 minutes of fresh meat and razor-sharp metaphors.
