On this movie,or IN this movie is not the acting-intense-and it is not the dialogs-piercing-or the camera,filming,sound,etc.techs..It's the everyone watching and missing,quiet in guilts of no participation,like the Eusebio Poncella's Dante playing a Russian revolutionary remarks as he stops acting in the play in the film and sacrifices his career for some much urgent and realist play to the benefit of his protégée. What this movie is calling to watch is not its own show,but a reaction from the silent,passive,inmature in all of us.Egoist parent,petrified males,desperated women,flashed out gaybombs,and scared youths,not to be any of these ways but the opposite,our gentler selves. Our own movie to make,is compared to this one,like the messaged one by the boy of the title to his "profesional" father,the gone losing... A great mirror on a shattering real World.Seldom so well done the real duty of a Play.As Dali used to say,a piece of Art must not only entertain but must definitely provoke disturbing.
Review of Martín (Hache)
