Seen in 240p, unrestored, subtitled only in Spanish, a language I don’t speak. Still five stars.
No love story has pained me this much in years. And yet it was so delicate, so bare, that I’m not sure it was a story of love. Hope, perhaps. Hesitation. A bit of self-deception, just like any good romance. The pain of seeing, for a moment, a half-remembered dream lost to time, and the quiet disappointment at a future turned to ash. There was born a forgotten saint, foundress of nothing, whose loving heartbeats trembled off and whose loneliness remained.