Wish I had the background to look at this in the context of Victor Erice’s small but rich filmography, but this is a groundbreaking piece. It’s just so informed, and while there is a stewing sense of closure here and probably a larger read to be had about the filmmaker as it closes out his filmography, it’s also just laser-focused on truths of living and memory that feel apt for a filmmaker coming out of a multi-decade long break.

Close…

I have tried starting this review multiple times and haven’t gotten far in any attempts.

It would be wrong of me to start this in any personal way that attempts to suggest that this film’s meaning to me and my identity extended beyond my love of Greta Gerwig’s films and gonzo blockbusters. I had the absolute privilege of watching Barbie a day early at the “Barbie Blowout Party!” hosted at the Orange Park AMC and only a handful of other…