Trusting in fate, Don Quixote and Sancho pursue their travels in search of adventure day and night. They ride through fields, talking about subjects as varied as spirituality, chivalry and daily life. A growing bond of friendship unites them. New visual terms for a classic literary text by Catalan director Albert Serra.
Albert Serra was born in Banyoles, Catalunya, in 1975. A Hispanic Philology and Comparative Literature major from the Universidad of Barcelona, his first feature was Crespià, the Film not the Village (2002). He has written, produced and directed Honour of the Knights (Quixotic) (2006), selected by Cahiers du Cinéma as one of the top ten pictures of 2007. He has also written and directed Bird Song, which was premiered at Cannes 2008 and is now in this Festival’s competition. He’s currently working on a new film, and writing a play commissioned by the Teatre Lliure of Barcelona. —Mardelplatafilmfest.com
A piece of transcendent mystery. I feel as though the only appropriate way to talk about this film is poetry. But it would simply be a list of words themselves, perhaps disconnected. This film is slow boring snap shots of something deeper, something happening all around you in your daily life. This film is difficult, but I am so glad I got through it. And I wish to return again.
Sancho is the audience, Sancho is the enemy, Sancho is the friend, the legacy and the witness... he barely talks in his constant confusion. But after all, what is there to talk about when you're concentrated on listening to this indifferent world's misguiding signals? Sancho is wise enough not to blame poor Quixote: as time goes by, reason may be hidden somewhere behind strong winds.
Es lenta, lentísima, incluso desesperante, pero una vez logras meterte en ella, es un deleite para la vista, los oídos, la mente en general. Una reflexión sobre la vida y la muerte, sobre la posible (mejor) vida, con una pareja protagonista que es lacónica, real, auténtica.
Was a film-buff's baby when I saw this. Still am one though. It's quite the blow. One does not leave the cinema with two working legs. I know I did not. It changed me that much. Apparently easy and digestible. But only on the surface. When you think about it. It's a masterpiece shot after shot after shot after shot. Sure this is hard to see, but if it was easy would be called "a spielberg". Since it's not, it's not.