Review: It Snows in Benidorm
- Isabel Coixet steeps her latest film in so much melancholy that it is unable to sit comfortably either as a suspense flick or as a middle-aged love story
Nobody could ever say that the restless Isabel Coixet lacks a sense of risk, experimentation or diversity. All we need do is look back at her filmography to see that she has tried her hand at every single genre, style and format. And buoyed by that same adventurous mindset, just like Juliette Binoche in Endless Night [+see also:
interview: Isabel Coixet
film profile], one of her finest pieces of work, she does not waver in her resolve to attain new horizons in her career, even if she encounters the odd unforeseen avalanche on the way. That’s what happened in her previous feature, Elisa & Marcela [+see also:
film profile], and it occurs once again – even though it pains us, her loyal fans, to say so – in It Snows in Benidorm [+see also:
interview: Isabel Coixet
film profile], which had the honour of opening the 65th edition of the Valladolid International Film Festival (Seminci).
On this occasion, the Catalonian filmmaker has made the journey to the titular peculiar seaside city: located on the shores of the Mediterranean, the “New York of Alicante” is a fascinating melting pot of cultures, ages and lifestyles. Here, hedonistic pensioners rub shoulders with stag and hen parties, and youngsters in search of sun, sex and raves. It’s a mini-country of wonders where anything is possible, and that’s why Coixet has brought the protagonist of her new movie, brought to life by British actor Timothy Spall, to its towering high-rises and sandy beaches.
The unforgettable lead from Mr. Turner [+see also:
interview: Mike Leigh
film profile] – now a few pounds lighter than he was in Mike Leigh’s biopic – plays a good man, but one whose life is not really that spectacular. He works in a finance company in Manchester, refusing loans to those who genuinely need them and granting credit to those who can cough up enough for it. He therefore has all those paradoxes of our modern lifestyle etched on his very soul: in addition, he’s a fervent believer in climatology and trusts unwaveringly in the weather forecasts published by various media outlets each day.
One day, a twist of fate causes his apparent stability to falter, and he decides to go off in search of his brother, who has been living in Spain for years. Once there, he will become embroiled in an investigation with an uncertain outcome and will meet two women who will cause him to re-examine the life he has been living: a policewoman (Carmen Machi) who – no clichés here – adores poetry, and a burlesque star (Sarita Choudhury) who conceals pearls about her alluring body.
Clinging tightly to these lonely folks, and under the blinding but changeable sun of the east coast of Spain, Coixet, the deserving winner of the 2020 National Film Award, has attempted to recount a story of reinvention (which she wrote herself) that doesn’t quite succeed in setting itself up as either a thriller or a romantic comedy. That lack of momentum and definition, compounded by a lacklustre and occasionally insipid mise-en-scène, is detrimental to this group of characters that need to be stronger, more vivacious and more passionate – even if they are possessed by that trademark sense of melancholy. Only then would the audience be able to identify with them and come to love them, but also, and above all, they would be able to understand their emotional and existential meanderings.
It Snows in Benidorm is a production by Pedro Almodóvar, Agustín Almodóvar and Esther García (El Deseo), which saw the involvement of RTVE and Movistar +, among others. Its international sales have been entrusted to Film Factory Entertainment, and it will hit Spanish cinemas courtesy of BTeam Pictures.
(Translated from Spanish)
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