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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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Discover the release of Street Fighter in theaters and streaming.
A scathing critique dissecting James Wan's horror, oscillating between effective scares and scripts that get lost in the darkness.
Snatch revisited with sarcasm: Ritchie blows up clichés, Brad Pitt insists on an impossible accent, and the audience pays €9.50 for a mountain of noise and style.
Barry Levinson turns prison drama into a feast of cruelty and redemption. Spoiler: forgiveness hurts more than the punches.
A scathing critique of the 1989 Pet Sematary, caught between nostalgia, horror, and a script that digs itself up with zero enthusiasm.
A biting review that unravels the baroque horror of the 1968 film, amidst Karloff, shadows, and macabre sculptures.
A scathing critique that celebrates the masterful alchemy of Darabont, Freeman, and Robbins, without losing the irony of an immortal classic.
De Niro as a textbook psychopath, Scorsese at his dirtiest, and a script that leaves you gasping for air. Psychological terror in its rawest form.
Joe Dante turned holiday terror into black comedy with absurd rules. Forty years later, it remains a marvel of controlled chaos and a how-to manual on making monsters adorable.
Roman Polanski turns the Holocaust into art without redemption. Adrien Brody shatters our souls just by breathing. An uncomfortable masterpiece.
Haneke dissects fascism with a silver scalpel in stark black and white. Cold, cruel, and essential. 9.2/10, but don’t you dare watch it on a Sunday.
Acidic review of 'Chained', the Hitchcock film that will trap you
A scathing review of *Apocalypse Now*, a film that drags you kicking and screaming into the madness of war
Scorsese delivers a brutal portrait of the mob where crime doesn’t pay—but at least it makes you feel alive. Or so you think, until paranoia gnaws you down to the bone.
A descent into the abyss of the human condition—bring a vomit bag and a therapist on standby
Roman Polanski delivers a technical knockout to film noir: flawless script, Nicholson in a state of grace, and an ending that stings worse than a liver shot. Masterpiece or dirty fight?
Scorsese films a three-hour orgy where capitalism celebrates itself. DiCaprio shines, but the script reeks of self-satisfaction. Critique or apology?
Scorsese and DiCaprio play Hitchcock dress-up, but end up in an asylum of clichés and mothball-scented twists. Masterpiece or pretentious style exercise?
A scathing review of *Blue Velvet*, David Lynch’s film that drags you kicking and screaming into the rot beneath suburbia’s manicured lawns.
