7:35 de la mañana

The love declaration for a young woman in the most unreasonable manner. This is the heart of this provocative short film, absurd in its first part, dramatic in the second. A man, prepaired to die , his song and the clients as pieces of his plan to conquer, maybe, the attention of young lady. The brutal end and the flavors of his song.

Short, scent of 1970 decade and gentle kick to define yourself , remembering ordinary, insignificants moments of everyday.

With a minimal budget, a running time of eight minutes and a great amount of imagination, Nacho Vigalondo has achieved one of the most moving shorts I've ever seen. The subtlety of the screenplay is really remarkable, since it doesn't give the ending away until the very last moment.

Don't let anybody tell you what the short is about, since you'll be able to enjoy it a lot more. Nacho Vigalondo is the discovery of the year for his one-man show: directing, writing and acting in this formidable short is the most remarkable effort I've seen in years. Also pay attention to the performance of Marta Belenguer, her reaction shots are incredible.

Overall rating: 8/10

Splendid film that in just eight minutes displays an unusual genre mix: mystery, thriller, musical. Briefly, we are allowed to tell about the story: a girl comes into a European Cafeteria and then... Soft transit from nonsense mystery to narrative logic. In a no time, no place way Vigalondo managed a delight in B/W by means of imagination and despite (thanks to) the tightest of budgets.

Because of the unity of time-space the film reaches the intensity of a short poem (almost a haiku). Spain, land of quick poetry in B/W (¿remember the early Buñuel?).

A must see for reassuring our belief in young cinema outside the States.

After seeing the director's feature film Colossal I decided to check out his early short, and found it quite entertaining. Like Colossal, it defies expectations, creating a series of weird moments that cause the audience to redefine what they thought was happening just before. The movie seamlessly moves from mysterious to charming to disturbing without ever breaking stride.

In the end you are left wondering how it all played out before the film started. How long ago did it start, how did it start? You don't know, and that's much of the beauty of this film; it has a sort of psychological tail (like Colossal) that keeps you thinking about it.

I really have to see all this guy's stuff. He's fascinating.

Good film. Tells a boyish fantasy story, telling us how trapped we are in social situations and what kind of extreme measures one has to take to behave differently. Or at least the feeling: that you have to break every rule if you are to break one. If you wanted to express love for someone you don't know, how would you do it without creating a pressing social situation? Also it's about the fascism of deciding over others cultural life, of what kind of culture that is jammed down our throats. What gives Disney or FOX or the suicide bomber the right to decide what is our choice. Are one not allowed to drink the morning coffee by one self. Do we have to listen to the NRJ shouting, see the stupid tabloid headlines and the street commercials before we even have had our morning coffee?