Juana La Lorca eludes any strict classification. Additionally, includes graphic display of not fit naked bodies of men in their, far past zenith, age.
Aesthetics that recalls possible result of cross-pollination of Samuel Beckett's "En attendant Godot", Luis Buñuel's "Le Fantôme de la liberté", Pedro Almodóvar's "Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios", Jean Cocteau's "Orphée" with collaboration of Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. Add seasoning / icing of experimental film to it.
Since all of this in not enough, Juana La Lorca is merciless satire on topic of Federico Garcia Lorca. Or commercial myth woven around the poet, to be more precise.
For those whom Spanish language is unfamiliar, it may be seen as an audio-visual performance.
Not for everyone's taste, definitely.
