Noche de vino tinto

Misery loves company. A disappointed man meets a disappointed woman, they start to talk, go to a different bar, talk more, different bar again, talk more, different bar, talk… The Barrio Chino slowly turns into a maze. The shadows on their faces seem disquietingly deep from time to time – as if some lurker in the dark wanted to gobble up their heads. The night holds a thousand stories, the wine and the fierce intimacy between strangers call some of them out into the dim light.
By Escuela de Barcelona standards, this is (for all its drinking) a rather sober, broodingly realist piece of cinema – no formal(ist) experiments, no shocks to the system, no outward provocations. Maybe because the unrest of the protagonists, their quiet anger, sense of being trapped and desire for change is subversive enough in a society that was all about keeping people in check and in place.