Sometimes you find low-budget films with great stories and creative ideas that are more expressive and moving than other stories full of special effects.
They are interpretations of ordinary people showing us their drama in their daily lives, sometimes through the repetition of their actions, gestures, complemented with atmospheres, close-up photography, simple but powerful dialogues and music, deepening the stories that compile one word: whisky.
The word reveals a cliché that evokes joy even when it is not felt. So you repeat yourself every day like Don Jacobs, who doesn't even realise that he has stopped living since his mother died and only a few routines survive where he hides, where he can't see the bond that unites him with his manager of a business (Martha), who for a weekend pretended to her brother (Hernan) that he was her husband, with a hidden scene void that leaves the viewer with two interpretations,
But in the end he did not return to that life of whisky, where life was consumed, where Jacobo stayed and where, as a last message, the co-director of this film, Juan Pablo Rabella, perhaps left the seal of a feeling that perhaps he felt or sensed when two years later it would lead him to suicide.
A symbol of Whisky, the life of appearances that hides a life of meaning that is sometimes left aside.
An ironic and dramatic comedy awarded in Cannes for its originality and in Spain consolidated this intimate and social cinema by Juan Pablo Stoll and Juan Pablo Rabella.
