Violeta no coge el ascensor

I'm a big fan of European films, and especially Spanish ones. There are many gems, some classics, and above all, a freedom of originality that Hollywood often filters away in favour of tried and tested formulae.

This is no such gem. Production-wise it feels like a poorly executed student movie. The acting is forced, awkward and hollow. The pacing is painfully slow. The plot is so thin and vague a synopsis would read like a weekly horoscope.

I watched it on a train on the way to Madrid, so as a bored and truly captive audience, I decided I would persist. The only saving grace is Violeta's performance was reasonably apt. Or maybe she just looked better sorrounded by far worse actors.

One to avoid.