head empty. eyes closed. knees weak.
This movie is a simply a whole ass walking contradiction. It’s poverty porn that knows it’s poverty porn. It fervently postulates the values of life whilst dismissing the value of lives. It trips over itself trying to be a mockumentary, and somehow circles back around to being a self serious pseudo documentary. It disseminates anti-fascist messaging in its closing titles, while simultaneously acting as a beacon for ye-olde Spanish ethno-fascists. It’s a fucking mess, which is part of its awfulness and absurd brilliance.