A sharp-eyed exploration of class, race, and religion first; a ghost story about queerness second. Writer-director Torales takes a cool eye to the hypocrisy and cruelty of the devout. The feared title figure is the specter of a women damned for her promiscuity, but Torales’ subtext argues for organized religion as the scarier monster.
The protagonist, a physically abused queer boy named Nino, is fatalistic and joyless, qualities that make a character both heartbreaking and flat. He doesn’t have an arc to traverse so much as a mire to sink into.
But in two scenes, the family’s Indigenous handyman, Malevo, offers Nino some tenderness and wisdom, both in short supply in the boy’s life otherwise. As an escape route,…