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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.
Discover the release of Beware Boiúna in theaters and streaming.
Discover the release of Street Fighter in theaters and streaming.
Fercks Castellani gifts us a canned end-of-the-world special: four walls, five actors, and a savior who reeks of a bargain-bin sermon. Art? Not even on Judgment Day.
A scathing review of the horror flick *Evil Dead Rise*—where family drama burns brighter than the demons.
Scorsese and DiCaprio play Hitchcock dress-up, but end up in an asylum of clichés and mothball-scented twists. Masterpiece or pretentious style exercise?
David Serrano turns Christmas into an emotional landfill. Santa Claus doesn’t exist, but the real tragedy is that this movie does. 🎄🔥
Paul Thomas Anderson gifts us a nostalgic trip to '73 that reeks of gasoline, teenage sweat, and missed opportunities. A masterpiece or just a self-indulgent wank?
Paul Thomas Anderson adapts *Vineland* and gifts us 162 minutes of pretension masquerading as profundity. DiCaprio and Penn shine, but the script drowns them. 🎬🔥
Ridley Scott turns Napoleon’s life into a cardboard spectacle with Joaquin Phoenix playing a carnival sideshow attraction. History for dummies.
Louis Leterrier delivers a claustrophobic thriller with more holes than a Swiss cheese factory. Greta Lee shines, but the script drowns in its own flop sweat. A masterpiece? Not even close.
A scathing review of *The Menu*, the film that’ll make you question the true cost of exclusivity
A scathing review of *Blue Velvet*, David Lynch’s film that drags you kicking and screaming into the rot beneath suburbia’s manicured lawns.
Isabelle Huppert in a role that burns. Haneke turns the conservatory into an emotional slaughterhouse. Pain, silence, and a mother worse than hell itself.
A war movie that promises everything and delivers a dud
An acidic critique of Peter Jackson's film that will leave you wanting more... or not
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.
Claqueta Ácida’s scathing review of Roman Polanski’s *The Ghost Writer*—a political thriller that grinds patience into dust with the enthusiasm of a tax audit.
Anne Hathaway and Ewan McGregor lead this claustrophobic descent where the unknown isn’t a monster—it’s reality itself unraveling at the seams. Mitchell proves once again that the most terrifying horror is the kind that festers in the intimate.
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?
