As a film ‘Chicks’ it has a number of issues; the two most vital, a narrative seen a thousand instances that doesn’t get any important wiggle, and that beneath its look of a “neighborhood” cinema appears made by somebody who has by no means acquired out of the automobile to step on one. Every part is simply too fairly to look actual, even much less so for us to take it extra critically than an IKEA themed sales space.
Not all the things needs to be as depressing as in a Ken Loach film, okay, okay, however between that and the posh, progressive hangover good-natured post-mojito there’s a very big selection of attainable realities, every roughly credible. and never so depending on the vacationer postcard for vacationers.
If the movie holds up, it’s due to Vicky Luengo and particularly Carolina Yuste, an actress referred to as to play in the huge leagues. And that solely the first one has what we may take into account a job: The remainder of the characters are puppets, opportune props in a single piece, like all the things in this movie so aseptic and soulless, which above all, and above all, lacks ” taste”. To neighborhood, to life. It lacks authenticity, feeling actual.
And it has loads of the artifice of a script template accomplished miles from a neighborhood. A touch of a vitalist fable that’s laborious to imagine when whoever tells you doesn’t really feel any ardour, being ‘Chicks’ the filmic equal of serving to a beggar when you pose smiling for Instagram with some Ray-Bans.
By Juan Pairet Iglesias
@Wanchopex
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