Padre no hay más que uno

Spanish middle-class (upper middle-class?) life hit squarely on the head. Don't ask why a single old guy like me would watch this, but I have my reasons (perfecting my Spanish is among them). This film isn't anything we haven't seen dozens of times before: the clueless father in charge of the kids so that he can appreciate how much his wife does that he ignores.

While praising the tireless efforts of the mother, the film mocks the busy-body housewives in his chat group, so the movie tries to have it both ways. The film also perpetuates the stereotype of the Spanish woman as humorless, loud, imperious, and not-too-bright. I wish they would stop this.

Most of the attempts at humor are heavy-handed and come up short, but there are moments of dark humor that sort of make this project worthwhile. He treats their sudaca maid like some sort of low-wage slave, which is probably pretty typical of these families of semi-privilege. "Raise your own kids, clean your own toilets," will be cries of the next revolution.