Original road movie about finitude and the little pleasures of life, of which Santos' victims have been deprived. Images of barreness and mute stillness are counerposed to the blue note of the Falcon in motion (the latter a treat in itself). There are some exquisite landscape shots and Sacristán is compelling; nice to see Jellinek as the surreal boss and although the film is evasive at points, it is a good ride.
We all know that the lead character is a walking dead tumor at the start. What is intriguing is following him on a road trip while injecting himself on morphine and snorting cocaine. The story is good, but beware of your eardrums as the soundtrack is a non-stop talking female narrator who never lets the film breathe on it's own.
I found the narration tedious and annoying and almost gave up on this film in the first quarter (Narrator: The NipponNewfie is not a patient man) but I finally stuck with it to the end and I’m glad I did (Narrator: The NipponNewfie is a very patient and foolish man.) One of the reasons I kept watching was the enigmatic charm of the lead who reminded me of the wonderful French actor Philippe Noiret.
A book a boring one at that is attempted as a very boring movie forgetting the basic dictum of the visual media — show but don’t tell. Eventually the movie told me many things without showing me anything. Not to my liking.