A very interesting case of over possessive mother ,which verges on monstruosity ; the construction of the movie uses flashbacks with skill .
Since the very beginning ,one feels that the future mother is irrational :why does she wait a fortnight to tell her husband he will be a father ? Why this sinister-looking "nanny " , a Norwegian who, with her language , builds another wall between the man and his wife? ;even when he's with them,their conversation is undecipherable for the unfortunate husband who does not know a single word in this cold nordic language :Some kind of Cerberus at the gate of Hell, for the hero begins his descent into Hell; he's even denied access to the room where his wife is giving birth to his child ,although he desperately knocks on the door till he grazes his hand.
Although he gets some comfort from his friendly couple -who are not cardboard for once ;the lady is not the brilliant always winning lawyer one meets in too many films but a woman longing for a child - , the whole word is against him ,he passes for neurotic (he's an artist ,after all) and the viewer sometimes stops and wonder whether he might have gone crazy too :see the disturbing look at his friend holding the baby in her arms ,the walls of his flat covered with pictures of a child he's never seen and probably never will.
Does the mother want to keep the child for herself? Is he really sick, an illness which will remind you of Nicole Kidman's children's in Amenabar's 'los ostros" ;even though the last scene is eminently predictable in the epilogue, the mystery is not solved ; one does not catch a glimpse of what the lawyer sees .
Sensational performance by Joaquin Furriel ,and the rest of the cast rises to the occasion;not to be missed.
Since the very beginning ,one feels that the future mother is irrational :why does she wait a fortnight to tell her husband he will be a father ? Why this sinister-looking "nanny " , a Norwegian who, with her language , builds another wall between the man and his wife? ;even when he's with them,their conversation is undecipherable for the unfortunate husband who does not know a single word in this cold nordic language :Some kind of Cerberus at the gate of Hell, for the hero begins his descent into Hell; he's even denied access to the room where his wife is giving birth to his child ,although he desperately knocks on the door till he grazes his hand.
Although he gets some comfort from his friendly couple -who are not cardboard for once ;the lady is not the brilliant always winning lawyer one meets in too many films but a woman longing for a child - , the whole word is against him ,he passes for neurotic (he's an artist ,after all) and the viewer sometimes stops and wonder whether he might have gone crazy too :see the disturbing look at his friend holding the baby in her arms ,the walls of his flat covered with pictures of a child he's never seen and probably never will.
Does the mother want to keep the child for herself? Is he really sick, an illness which will remind you of Nicole Kidman's children's in Amenabar's 'los ostros" ;even though the last scene is eminently predictable in the epilogue, the mystery is not solved ; one does not catch a glimpse of what the lawyer sees .
Sensational performance by Joaquin Furriel ,and the rest of the cast rises to the occasion;not to be missed.