Private detective Germán Areta gets a terminally ill client who wishes to see his long lost, runaway daughter before he dies. But when Areta starts looking into case, it leads him to the ... See full summary »
José Luis Garci
Private detective Germán Areta is investigating the life of a man who has apparently abandoned another man. When they both turn up dead, it seems one killed the other before committing ... See full summary »
José Luis Garci
After to have some dreams about a crimes with a similar pattern with the Jack the Ripper's crimes, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson moves to Madrid to investigate the deaths of some women committed in the Ripper's style. In Spain, Watson meets with an old friend, Dr. Delgado, who introduces Holmes and Watson in the high society of the city, knowing important people like compositor Isaac Albéniz, writer Benito Pérez Galdos or the young journalist José (Josito) Alcántara, who follows the assassinations through his reports for La Gaceta, an important Madrid's paper news. Other people include Duquesa de Lima, her niece Elena (a Watson's love interest), and Marqués de Simancas, a businessman with connections with the Ministerio de Fomento (equivalent to Department of Housing and Urban Development) for some construction projects in the city. Meeting Inspector Válcarcel, Holmes, Watson and Alcántara looking for discover if Jack the Ripper is really the murderer.Written by
In the Ministerio de Fomento's entrance can seen a blue flag with the words "Ministerio de Fomento", and below of this "Parva propria magna". It's the beginning of a phrase created by Lope de Vega: "Parva propria magna, magna aliena parva" (That the own hostel is much, even being little, and much hostel is little being outside shelter). See more »
For nearly no reason at all, a very un-Holmes-like Sherlock Holmes travels to Madrid with a very un-Watson-like Dr. Watson. Sure, some crimes have been committed there, but Holmes is only interested in rubbing elbows with Madrid's high society; the crimes are just a nuisance to which he dedicates precious few efforts.
It looks like the only intent of the film is chanting the virtues of the city of Madrid, but falls flat on this attempt. There is one single scene when the Detective shows his true self, showing-off with a series of deductions on journalist Josito Alcántara (Víctor Clavijo's performance is one of the few redeeming points in this film), and then just a cheap tourist brochure. Oh, no, don't even expect to see a charming love letter to a city, a la Woody Allen's "Midnight in Paris"; in this case, it is just Holmes and Watson exchanging inane comments on the city features.
Most scenes are pointless and, just when it looks like something interesting is about to happen, fade in black and switch to another expendable scene. Time just passes and nothing happens.
When the disappointing ending arrives (I will not spoil it here), you somehow don't feel so disappointed: you were expecting that all the time, given the lack of interest displayed by everybody during the film.
But don't be relieved, either: there are still a good fifteen minutes of additional pointless scenes.
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