Le llamaremos Bobby
2011 · 13m · España
Directed by Paco Cavero
Tones: absurdist, contemplative
Antonio and his father return from fishing at a lake while the father desperately tries to talk his son out of his imminent wedding, until something they encounter on the journey may change their lives, or not.
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The whole 'father desperately trying to talk son out of wedding' setup is pulp enough, but Cavero seems weirdly *committed* to it—until that third-act wrinkle arrives and you realize the emotional temperature never shifted, which is either frustratingly inert or brilliantly deadpan, and I'm still not sure which.
There's a classical restraint here, a deliberate refusal to resolve the tension between the contemplative fishing-journey frame and the absurdist domestic crisis, that echoes the measured skepticism of early Kiarostami, though it doesn't quite earn the silence it demands.
The brilliance is in how Cavero lets the father's monologue about the wedding play *underneath* the visual rhythm of the journey itself—the sound design refuses to dignify the panic, and that single formal choice makes what could be sentimental into something genuinely strange.