Here's the plot ....
Toiling silently amongst the residents of an everyday Barcelona apartment building, doorman Cesar (Luis Tosar) harbors a dark secret: his sole desire in life is to make others unhappy. When he sets his sights on Clara (Marta Clara), one of his building's cheeriest residents, his sick need blossoms into a full-fledged obsession. Embarking on a series of private and physical violations against Clara, Cesar becomes determined to ruin her life by any means.
Well it sound pretty horrible, but as LSi88Y always says, it's bound to be Terrific For Your Spanish ............ that's assuming that anything much gets said. In some horror films ( and lots of other sorts of films actually) the cast seem to spend hours and hours saying damn all.... just staring out of windows smoking fags. Don't they realise that we're only watching the blasted thing because it is alleged to be Terrific For Your Spanish. Duuuuh.
I have dug up/out a trailer ...surprise surprise ....
A great thriller from Spain starring Luis Tosar who gives an exceptionally creepy performance. This is not a horror flick so for those who are longing for gore and jumps keep searching however if you're looking for an original story that is deeply disturbing on a psychological level than look no further.
The main character's motive, or lack of motive, in this movie is what gives it such a chilling effect. Being incapable of happiness himself he only feels content when he can secretly destroy the happiness of those around him while outwardly appearing concerned and helpful (all the better to watch their worlds crumble). He has no connection to his victims and is not seeking revenge or retribution. He's not interested in killing them either because physical destruction is not his goal. He seeks total mental and emotional destruction resulting in a broken life, prolonging the person's suffering and unhappiness.
Both the atmosphere and acting creates a feeling of total violation. The most private and secure parts of one's life, (the home, bedroom, bathroom, even one's own body) are all broken into and corrupted without the victim's knowledge creating an incredibly uncomfortable experience for the viewer who is placed in a voyeuristic role.
The ending will give no satisfaction to anyone looking for justice or even for a deeper explanation of motive. Basically there is no deeper explanation, he does what he does because he is a psychopath. For people with insect phobias there is one particular scene that will have you crawling out of your skin.
I highly recommend this movie to people who are looking for a well done, original, skin crawling thriller. You will think twice before brushing your teeth again.
I suspect that I will record it and watch it once, and having Terrificated my Spanish I will leave it at that. But sometimes you think you will hate a film and ... you don't. We'll see. But at least now you know it is on you have the choice.
So, on to the music .... it's ¿ No Podiamos Ser Agua ? by Maldita Nerea ....
que lo que sientes no puede verse desde aquí,
unas palabras de aquella forma interpretada,
no tienen vida, no, ni tienen donde ir
donde ir, lo has olvidado:
La vida crece entre los matices
se esconde siempre lo que no dices
para hacerse de rogar
Un día claro, y aquellas cosas que no viviste
vienen hoy para decirte: que la fiesta empiece ya
yo empezaría por ser de los primeros, (¡Que va!)
Huyendo siempre de los no sinceros,
será aquel que solo sabe y recomienda:
hacer locuras sin que nadie entienda.
Y necesitas decir que no a los miedos, verás puedo enseñarte
lo que yo prefiero: unas gotitas ahí de amor del bueno;
No te preocupes besaré primero.
Aunque me canse, y vengan miles de días grises
o mis palabras quieran rendirse ante la lluvia en el cristal
me suena grande, los imposibles también existen,
son los que hoy me hacen decirte: que la fiesta empiece ya
pero a ver: que no, que no, que yo te quiero, te cambio un si por ese
yo no puedo, demasiadas canciones que ya no llegan...
suenan palabras que jamás las llenan.
(Instrumental)
¡Lo has olvidado! la vida crece entre los matices,
se esconde siempre lo que no dices para hacerse de rogar.
Un día claro, y aquellas cosas que no viviste,
vuelven hoy para decirte: quédate un ratito más
Pero a ver: que no, que no, que yo te quiero, te cambio un si por ese
ya no puedo: unas gotitas ahí de amor, de amor del bueno
no te preocupes, besare primero, aunque me canse y vengan miles de días grises
o mis palabras quieran rendirse ante la lluvia en el cristal
me suena grande, los imposibles también existen,
son los que hoy me hacen decirte: que la fiesta empiece ya…