Palm Trees in the Snow: (Over and) out of Africa?
by Alfonso Rivera
- Fernando González Molina directs this melodrama that is as overambitious as it is confused, starring his favourite actor, the very mainstream Mario Casas, in a role that is just too big for him
Palm Trees in the Snow [+see also:
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film profile]. And to convert it into sound and picture, another man with a proven track record lent a hand: Navarre-born Fernando González Molina, the director not just of TV series that pull in huge audiences, like Paco’s Men and The Boat, but also of the cinematic blockbusters 3 Metres Above the Sky [+see also:
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With this many “blockbusting” elements, the plucky title Palm Trees…, a production billed as the most expensive in recent Spanish film history, and involving weeks of shooting in Colombia, Huesca and the Canary Islands, is reaching cinemas with all the ammo it needs to win over audiences that want to get just as many goose bumps as they do when they watch their favourite TV series, like To Love Is Forever or Velvet. Because this production between Nostromo Pictures and Palmeras en la Nieve AIE, in conjunction with Telefónica Studios (with the involvement of Atresmedia, Movistar+, Warner Bros Pictures España and Cosmopolitan TV), oozes that same stale, insipid and outdated stench.
Mario Casas has been nominated for a Feroz Award (read more) for Best Supporting Actor for his entertaining role in Mi gran noche [+see also:
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And this almighty mess is topped off by the stylistic choices of González Molina, who makes more of an effort in using drones to offer picture-perfect panoramic views from above or treating us to unnecessary shots of Casas’ anatomy than he does in injecting energy, truth and coherence into what he parades before our eyes: here, the social upheavals that resulted in the independence of the old Spanish colony of Equatorial Guinea are treated like a minor and almost banal occurrence, featuring a poor and unimaginative mise-en-scène. So no, Palm Trees in the Snow is nothing like Out of Africa, and it is even less like The Year of Living Dangerously, despite the fact that they were two of its – distant – role models.
The company Film Factory Entertainment is in charge of the film’s international sales.
(Translated from Spanish)
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