This icy film indulges in banal images and obvious metaphor. Conflict and imprisonment appear everywhere. Dinner tables offer impromptu inquisitions; car backseats provide erotic solace. All stare at one another. The brooding is bleak and ridiculous. We’re supposed to feel the frictions of civility and barbarism, of ancient and new. Instead, we’re denied the comic absurdity of tragedy, the fine movements of despair. Beastly, bad, cold: these states weave together to enforce a virile, inhibiting status quo.
Carme (María Vázquez) suffers grand oppression in the Galician mountains, desiring escape. Her mother is in the last throes of life; her father (Celso Bugallo) barely says a word. It’s an unambiguously grim existence, one thwarted at every breath. Boredom in a bakery over a hotel or bar job. Symptoms of clinical depression spinning silently inward. Framed by arid naturalism, Carme’s life is one of foreclosure, of constant interrogation. The gap thins between peaks and existence, between hard surfaces and consciousness, between material and symbol.
Her macho brother Luís (Diego Anido), brow furrowed, returns with his wife María (Tamara Canosa) for the local “Rapa das Bestas.” Round up the roaming wild horses and defile their liberty, this the apparently timeless battle played out between animal and man. Sovereign reveals himself by taming the beast of the exterior and, inevitably, the interior. Won’t be long before he ogles his exhausted sister and imparts belated career advice. The tacit culture of distance is superseded by violent, unforgiving immediacy. Carme is thrust into the dirt, into wage labour, into efforts to speak loudly, clearly.
Director Xacio Baño has produced a moody, sullen work that excites itself through equine imagery. We’re invited to focus on the barrel of the stallion, to see within its heaving stomach, between its protruding ribs. Look closely and glimpse allegory. Atavistic rejuvenation is sought in the whirring crowd of horses and men. With headlock imposed and mane cut, dominion is reasserted. The phallus celebrates, stimulated until next year. Swinging cocks have fought valiantly, ferociously, pointlessly. Carme gazes on, barely emancipated.
Joseph Owen