An oedipal relationship between a mother called Martina, and her son, Angel, who live together in a forest. The title, Furtivos, means both ‘poachers’ (in the sense of hunting secretly) and, more broadly, having secrets.
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“…and the strange time entered me in jails of silence” (Salvador Espriu). Borau’s film is still water that runs deep. Sowed with flashes of Francoist Spain (Castilian-imposing language policy, women’s vulnerable station, the village Guardia Civil) w/ the deceitful quietude befitting close watch authoritarianisms, "Poachers"’ abruptly unhinged autumnal threnodizing and the November field-stark plot appear increasingly