In Bolivia, Butch Cassidy (now calling himself James Blackthorn) pines for one last sight of home, an adventure that aligns him with a young robber and makes the duo a target for gangs and lawmen alike.
One wonders how director Marc Recha's films make it to Cannes. Evidently someone thinks he must be the Enfant Terrible of Catalonian films, or something like that, at the expense of real talented directors that don't get the chance to go and make the scene in Cannes in May.
At any rate, this film makes no sense. It's as slow as the other film I saw by this "genius" before. This came as part of the yearly festival of Spanish Films at the Walter Reade. We are led to believe the cream of the crop is being shown, but after seeing this "masterpiece" about boredom and strange lives in a small town, we shall be more careful in selecting anything directed by this man in the near future.
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