Elisa, My Life

Basically, I'd rather be watching "Bonjour Tristesse". In other words, if you're gonna make a dysfunctional father/daughter film how about at least making it fun and/or interesting to watch, Carlos ol pal, with a bit more humor (there is virtually none) and a lot less art house symbolism, like the decomposing body of Geraldine Chaplin's spouse's lover, trembling chandeliers or bloody fish heads? And while you're at it, Carlos, how about letting loose your death grip on willful obscurity and allowing this rather distasteful tale to be told reliably and straightforwardly? Makes for a much less enervating experience, trust me. Give it a generous C plus for the fine work (as always) of Fernando Rey.

PS...Not content to make a boring Father's Day movie, five years later Saura helmed an even duller Mother's Day film, "Dulces Horas".