Three simple stories, a simple film, and it's wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Apart from the scenery, so reminiscent of the flat boglands of Mayo, the three lightly-connected stories are just perfect. The scene (Cuentame. Cuentame, abuelo) between Don Justo and Fermin is a delicate and touching depiction of confession, understanding and absolution. It is truly sacramental. Roberto's constant anxiety about his gift has the quality of a dream. Each of his clever solutions produces a new problem, and he is doomed always to be frustrated. I could go on and on. This is what cinema was invented for, it's a work of art; and one viewing will not be enough. Don't miss it.
Review of Intimate Stories
