the weakness of "El cielo gira" is that its fictional aspect is not transparent, at the same time too revealing in its very elaborate camerawork. In the same vein as The Quince Tree Sun/ Kiarostami, this film at times feels derivative and reeks of pretension, still it has many lovely and captivating moments, an intricate narrative, powerful transitions, and lovely characters.
Strikingly beautiful cinematography, no doubt about that. But the way some of the conversations were filmed is too orchestrated to a point they're no longer organic. It's the result of a major problem in the movie: it builds itself as a personal journey, but the author never seems to be implicated. We are left only with a distant voice safely narrating things already in the past.