The plot line that someone eventually had to think of

I bet a lot pretentious old perverts just like the old bag in this movie in spend hours fantasizing about such an encounter. It's a movie that, like its own characters, thinks it's a world apart, even though topic of a may/december relationship has been done to death.

Granted, the dialogue is well crafted, but loses its effectiveness when it comes out of the mouth of a character that despite being articulate and well-read, reminds me of a horny Abe Simpson: Extremely old and bored and always willing to give his opinion and life story to anyone who'll listen. But he's also narcissistic and every response he makes to anyone he talks to is interpreted as an opportunity to display his enormous vocabulary and encyclopedic wisdom.

The characters do have some interesting things to say, but they also talk through a variety of topics like they're crossing off a european-art-film-essentials checklist, obviously namedropping writers, artists and poets every step of the way, making me think that the movie was made mostly to stroke the Director's ego and those of his circle of artist friends. It's worth watching for the eloquent dialogue and Sacristan's acting, but overall this movie is a miss.