傳奇巨星莉拉卡森封麥十年，卻在復出演唱會前夕被發現倒臥海灘，甦醒後已嚴重失憶，不但忘了自己是誰，更遑論開口唱歌。單親媽媽畢歐蕾妲靠著在卡拉 OK 酒吧的工作養大女兒， 卻無法控制女兒無理的暴烈性情。身為莉拉的頭號粉絲，翻唱金曲是她的日常，期待偶像復 出，則是她爛泥般的生活裡，唯一的曙光。不忍巨星一蹶不振，經紀人找上了畢歐蕾妲，提 出史無前例的瘋狂要求——「請粉絲來『教』偶像唱自己的歌」! 西班牙新銳導演卡洛斯維穆特以獨特的暗黑風格與迷幻節奏，編寫兩組深陷泥淖的女性角 色，絕處逢生地碰撞出點點星火。超強的演員，讓她們看似雲泥之別卻又相繫相生，不僅輪 番詮釋的金曲串燒支支動聽，互相映照的人生困境更是觸動人心。
Leyre is a forty-something woman who lives in Bilbao, Basque Country (north to Spain) that tries to open a cupcakes shop. Divorced of Cosme, a corrupt CEO who is married in second terms with Vanesa, her attempt to build a life for herself and her teen son Asier turns upside-down after to realize that the absent-minded Asier killed his father during a Cosme's visit when he started to despise openly his son. Trying to save Asier to going the jail, Leyre hides the corpse in Cosme's car and suggested by Asier, goes to a bar implying a taxi driver in a fake scene of harassment to pay attention and having an alibi. But Vanesa and her corrupt lawyer Susana start the searching of Cosme and specially of his cell phone, which it contains enough evidences to reveal an entire web of nefarious business implying other important Bilbao's CEOs. Things complicate after Julen, Asier's best friend who is falling in love with Leyre and he tries to seduce her at any cost, at the same time that Andoni and ...
Louis XIV is no newcomer to Albert Serra’s filmography, the hero of his latest opus to date, The Death of Louis XIV (2016). This Sun King features a twin, even though, in the game of differences, it turns out that there are quite a few. Instead of Jean-Pierre Léaud, a non-professionnal actor whom Serra already worked with in his first films. Very different body weight, here in expansion, there in retention; a different way of putting his face in it: there, at the service of an astonished child’s gaze, here, singularly chubby, as if extending without any solution to all of his corpulence; here, the invention of sovereignty constantly reinvented, and there, the kingdom of innocence vaguely struck by idiocy. And the props: if the tale in the first version needed Versailles or an imitation of it, the second one reduces the palace to a luminous halo. True, this time we are stuck between bare walls, white-washed with pink coating (the color of twilight?) under neon lights at the ceiling. Here, for a long time, this king has been left to his own devices, moaning on the floor, with a stomach ache as severe as it is hilarious, with rare trinkets all around. Then we see spectators entering the field to see Her Majesty’s rants, his hair (as wigs were called then) and sumptuous clothes characteristic of that era, and spectators dressed in anorak. So what, then: capturing a performance? If the art gallery really frames the « action », what we find here is calculation, cutting up, montage; in short: a film, and no misunderstanding. And a film whose paths familiar to everyone Serra’s work point to: aristocracy in all its grandeur, its stupidity and its agony, the representation of power, the forces of art. Between the sublime and the grotesque, between derision and the derisive, between Buñuel and Dali, a royal figure engages in a quest for his death mask.