Mariposa negra

Antonio Banderas is playing with a human soul here. Not only is Jonathan Rhys Meyers not playing by the rules but Antonio, as a writer, is clearly dominating here and he apparently doesn’t know what to do with his recently started book. So, he needs to vent his anger a bit and come up with a great ending. It is a pity, though, that what Antonio enjoys, the viewer doesn’t. The recluse writer is a very gratifying topic but with an approach like this, he will, at best, retire. (29.07.2017)

A tiny bit of a crazy Irish cat vs. a Spanish gray mouse with a tendency to suckle. The question is who in the mountain cabin stands with their back to the corner, and whether there's a fox and a hoopoe with them! Antonio Banderas and Jonathan Rhys Meyers bring a craftsman’s touch to their roles, but I had the same feeling of inauthenticity from the atmosphere as when creators try to turn Italy into the United States with props like traffic signs and red ketchup containers. Twists didn’t bother me. Alcohol is clearly not just a pleasure, but also a conveyance to the muse. Never mind that with that one finger, the script will be finished in about ten years. (23.11.2023)

Actually, it wasn't bad at all, and the central duo of Banderas and Rhys Meyers appealed to me. They fit well together, especially in the sense of their mismatched dynamic. The finale isn't bad either; there's something unexpected about it, although I won't claim it's outright great. Nevertheless, I believe it's a pretty good way to make a thriller that can be enjoyable. (30.06.2017)