I’ve now seen the second of Carla Simón’s celebrated films, and I'm genuinely struck by her skill as both a storyteller and filmmaker. Even if this represents the peak of her abilities—comparable to Rainer Maria Rilke—it still stands on its own merit. Following Franco’s death in Spain, a cultural movement known as la movida madrileña emerged, encompassing art, music, film (including Almodóvar), and naturally, sexuality and substance use. As a result of this period, many people became infected with HIV and died during the late 1980s and 1990s, not just in Spain. This is the story of one young girl—Frida, apparently based on Simón’s own experiences—who lost her parents and was suddenly placed with a new family. The difficult process of adjusting to this new family is presented from the child's perspective. It’s deeply affecting, lovely, and exceptionally well-made; for nearly ninety minutes, I couldn’t help but wonder how the director managed to draw such performances from not just one, but two very young actors. The entire film operates at that level of quality.

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