Las niñas

This film is a great depiction of the morals of Spain in the 90s. A country which, while trying to look forward, had not eliminated its very conservative institutions. Add to this the beggining of adolescense ( the presence of Brissa symbolizes that ) and the shananigans it entails and you have a good picture. ( In addition, there are the truths about her family hidden from Celia, which are revealed as part of the adolescense process. ) Add to that an almost Bressonian minimalism and the right music for the era and you have a stellar movie.

It is very hard to find a film these days that doesn't feature a useless man, a empowered woman and a trans hero. This film shows the harsh reality that we all women live: our worst enemy is other women.

Mothers ruining the lives of their daughters because of their own ghosts, created by their mothers. This film opens our eyes and shows us where the real problem lies in women's society.

Celia, an 11-year-old girl, studies at a nuns' school in Zaragoza and lives with her mother. Brisa, a new classmate recently arrived from Barcelona, pushes her towards a new stage in her life: adolescence. On this journey, in the Spain of the Expo and the 1992 Olympics, Celia discovers that life is made up of many truths and some lies.

Seriously, is this the winner of Goya 2021 for the Best Film? A story that could be told in 15 minutes extended with no interest sequences and never ending shots. I can't believe this is the best we can do in Spain.

The movie is about a few girls studying in a Catholic School in Spain , but frankly it's dumb, slow-paced and without interest.

I bravery resisted throughout the whole movie without turning off the TV , but in the end I regretted it.

The only feeling I got in the end was hating the nuns more than I already do, if that's possible.

Uninspired and mostly autobiographical coming of age yawn fest. The writer-director seems to have come across her girly diaries and decided that it was a good idea to share her experiences with the world. Gave up half way. If that was the best Spanish film of the year, God knows which one was the worst.