I first saw this film in 1998 at a film festival in London, and being able to see it on the big screen only added to the experience of seeing it. It begins as a routine autopsy, and you feel a sense of pathos as you follow the procedure, but then the whole thing becomes a little more uncomfortable, and it speaks volumes for the director that he can increase the suspense so subtly. The gore is very well done, and the ending is a masterpiece of queasy endings. The funny thing is, Nacho Cerda is one of the most well-adjusted people I've met, and it's incredible to think that something like this came out of his head. It's a short that is well worth seeing, but be prepared to be disturbed by it.