Leaving the train station on Friday, I saw this poster for a new Spanish movie:
Hmmm, it looks quite impressive, I've thought, a history of the Peninsular wars, maybe, good looking actors, too... So when Carlos told me to pick a movie on Sunday, I suggested this one. Oh, what a mistake! A ridiculous pastiche of romantic scenes and court intrigues, mixed with a theater and poetry history and spiced a little bit with the war scenes in the last 15 minutes. When I saw the hand of Goya sketching his masterpiece five minutes before the end and the aerial views of KIO towers, Castellana and Bernabéu during the closing credits, assuring us that Madrid would survive everything, I was sure I was watching some parody. It's a truly bad movie.