Después de tantos años

Almost 20 years after the famous "El desencanto" (by Jaime Chávarri), Ricardo Franco, a director much more suitable to dive in the fascinating history of the Panero's family saga, shot this somehow sublime, beautiful, desperate documentary about poet Leopoldo Panero's sons. Juan Luis, the respected poet, living a easy life; Michi, a pariah, sick and destroyed, but intelligent and subtle; and Leopoldo María, committed in a sanatorium, and for many of us, the best Spanish poet alive. This film, modulated like a Ramón Gaya painting, bright, obscure and overwhelming is NECESSARY. Not only complete a great film, but it "leads" a memory to a right place. Its place

This is the worst movie i've seen lately. The only thing it offers is childish quarrel between two brothers, a competition of stinginess. One of them answers the questions to have the opportunity to show to the public his bad poetry(being this the only way), introducing the inevitable literary afternoon 'promenade' at the beach. The other is more mundane, he answers the questions for the money (he mentions the money he spent in his mother burial, as something traumatic, 4 times!!!). The third in discord is just a junkie in his last days happy to receive a visit of strangers. 'El Desencanto' is edited here, as the only way to reproduce some kind of interest, a hundred times. These people are a zero, they were a zero 20 years ago in the shadow of his father, and now, 20 years later, in the shadow of a shady film about that.