Maybe the was the high expecation, or just a presumption of what the film would be like, but I just couldn't get into this. I loved every aspect of El Sur and went into this film knowing the ratings and seeing the general consensus that this was Erice's best and I guess it just was not what I was expecting.
One of the great films. It's amazing that some wonderful Spanish films were not censored under Franco - films which did not directly criticize Franco, the government or the Church. This is one of those films but the oppressive environment and and depression of the family & main characters is palpable.
This is a film about the imagination of childhood that has no idea yet whether the world is ordinary or extraordinary, the powerlessness of the child in the grip of tentative imaginings created out of fear and fascination and role of art in our lives. The Spirit of the Beehive is poignant but never over-sentimental, and it's visually gorgeous. Pick any 24th of a second, frame it and you could hang it on a museum wall
Probably my favorite film. It is also the most spiritually violent and angry film I have seen which is appropriate considering it's a kids film. After all, who else but a child can portray such a unsentimental sense of betrayal. We lie to them for their own good we say. The performance by Anna Torent is as good as anything by De Niro, Pacino, Falconneti or Nicholson. The final scene is beyond words, just Spellbinding
A lyrical and magical fable on a haunted childhood's disturbingly loud world. The relationship between reality and fantasy is dealt brilliantly and made Víctor Erice an undeniable influence for the fantasy storytellers of our time. This film is a part of something, it is film history.
Una película silenciosa y de miedos, tal como la España en plena recesión de aquella época. Distinguida dirección de arte y fotografía; los grandes espacios vacíos y hermosos primeros planos de Ana te permiten sentir aquel temor, desconfianza y sobretodo, su obsesión y cuestionamiento por la muerte hacia eventos que resultan banales y sin sentido. ¿Qué mejor que la inocencia de una niña para demostrar todo eso?