Brendon Jones It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

Erica Derrick By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

Zandra The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

Dana An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

Amadio Take a bunch of moody twenty-something Madrileńos, give them a camera, see what unmitigated rubbish they can produce and call it a film. It's an experimental, meaningless, life-stealer. I watched this so you don't have to. Calling it sci-fi is like calling a piece of toilet paper a 1000-page trilogy. A man is walking through scrubland, then he is in his apartment breaking up with his girlfriend. She leaves, he gets a bit sick. He moods about for hours, or is it days? He's in the scrubland again, his mate comes over to the apartment to move ex's boxes. The hooker comes, doesn't go well. The neurologist comes. WTF? More in the desert. Have to give a bag to someone. What's in the bag? Oh, my salad is talking to me. Look in the ex's boxes. Nothing. Sick. Mooding about. Scrubland. Man steals bag... I can't go on writing about this drivel. I've lost the will to live