Regardless of how stupid the plot is, I love rhythms like this, with five elliptical scenes for every obvious one, so that ten minutes into the film it feels like 45, and I can indulge in imagining that they must have met by chance, the telephone directory and knowing less than Miguel knows, whether he slept with Osuna or Alsina helps, On the other hand, as the mystery builds, following Blanca on her Vespa with his sports car and stalking her kindly from outside her house, the traffic barely allows you to feel the suffocation of such insolence, of course, but it suggests to me that Miguel is more in need of dopamine through improvisation than a canonical sexual craving.

As for Blanca, she escapes the first question at the motel, as if privacy were a religious secret, and insisting on gratuitously refusing to go out with him when she is caught in the aggressive doves, to go for a walk at that moment because she hadn’t planned or expected it and being, perhaps, the one in control, she smells more like a lady taken from Rohmer, ambitious for freedom without concrete ambitions, alienated and confusingly free. He has dedicated himself to following her to the mall, someone who doesn’t mind making a fool of himself, his name is Miguel. Nor does he mind entering the children’s area with a bottle of whisky among the toddlers, ah, and two glass cups, as long as he can bend female pride through self-humiliation.

What a quirky absurdity https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6ZKM0O3C74

Straight to her flat with the wall full of photos of suicides, but only a few of them voluntary, like Hemingway, and after fornicating, the cold morning arrives to put on Blanca’s coat, naked Miguel looks like Trintignant and Trintignant’s legs make Miguel look like a heron, leaning out on the balcony and arguing with her about the obvious, reproaching those who are not suicides as a pretext for tearing down the image of Socrates for having been forced to drink hemlock, unlike Marilyn Monroe.

Miguel’s next sexual encounter with a more beautiful woman will in fact be interrupted by Blanca, who has now found out his address just as he was undressing his second or first lover? because she is not his wife. Blanca brings him a live lobster and he is about to let her go, saying he is busy, but then he changes his mind and pulls her inside. He dismisses his regular lover to welcome Blanca and the next day plays a game of frontenis with his best friend. It ends badly, but not the game where both women – the regular lover, his friend’s wife and Blanca – get along in certain aspects such as being neurotic and in the spoiled male, that is, Miguel, but not in the suicide that is highlighted by the best friend during the meal. The best friend points out the razor marks on Blanca’s neck: ‘Hey, why don’t you show him?’ A forceful and comical sprint. She gets up from the table, throws the paella at Miguel, Miguel gets up from the table and punches and then kicks the best friend for a while while the other neurotic woman tries to separate them until the next scene in the car on the motorway. It was necessary to put the architect in his place with shots of bipolarity with rice in his face, but it was necessary to teach the pretty, suicidal girl a lesson and show her in her flat, dragging her to the balcony and begging her to jump, that she has no intention of dying. Is that why Miguel ripped Hitler and Van Gogh off the wall before leaving?

Endlessly kindred but untimely, they follow each other at work, where she mocks his work and ends up badly, she at the train station and without paying for the magazines, he gets off at the coach station and pays for two tickets to the last stop in Barcelona. Everything lends itself to continuing the torrid romance that does not prosper. But on the way, she doesn’t speak to him and he’s not willing to beg. Stupid passengers don’t help the atmosphere of indecision, and Miguel gets off at a certain stop, perhaps Segovia, in the middle of the night and walks away. She notices and follows him. He threatens to smash her head with a rock, and she stops. Miguel starts hitchhiking in a trailer, and she quickly arrives and gets out next to him. As she falls asleep, Miguel tells the driver about the Eskimos and how guests can have an igloo and their things. He gets off the truck to walk, leaving the girl with the driver. In the morning, Miguel walks alone for 45 minutes, then cycles through the countryside towards Madrid.

At a certain point, the trailer catches up with them. ‘Hey Eskimo, we didn’t do anything, get in.’ They arrive in Madrid, go into the flat, and finally Miguel’s ennui or spleen, which he hid poorly throughout the film, is understood. He pulls out a hose after inviting more alcohol and drinking with Blanca, but when she realises his intentions, she leaves the loft in a huff. Miguel locks her out and puts a nylon bag over his head with the hose. His face distorted, his intention was always suicide. Did he know of her intentions and that’s why he always followed her? The end.