Ekphrasis, as a filmic device, has served cinema well in the latter's brief history. Off the top of one's head, Jacques Rivette (Amour Fou/Out 1), Lech Majewski (The Mill and the Cross) and even Lav Diaz (A Lullaby to the Sorrowful Mystery) have made notable appropriations of this ancient trope. This film, by contrast, brings little to the table. Compositional rather than substantial. The end feels tacked on.
A new definition in pretension. Pereda has been pretty hit and miss with me so far and this one falls deep into the miss category. A b&w exercise in which the film crew move lighting around taking endless takes of an actress reciting a poem by de la Cruz. A perfect film for an insomniac; it just might cure it.