Los suicidas
2015 · 9m · España
Directed by Juanmi Díez
Tones: contemplative, theatrical
Ruben, Laia and Sara have never met, while Alvaro believes in self-knowledge. A game of who knows whom reveals that appearances deceive, even more under a black blindfold.
Picked by Margot
The scouts
The blindfold conceit feels like it's one step away from a TED talk about self-deception, and the title's melodrama doesn't earn its weight—but I'm oddly compelled by how theatrically it commits to the bit, refusing to wink at the audience.
Díez executes a formally precise game-within-a-film that recalls Albiach and Haneke's interest in revelation through constraint; the blindfold becomes both narrative device and meta-commentary on cinema's own blindnesses, a sly sophistication that justifies its theatrical premise.
The real lift here is the decision to make the blindfold *tactile and present* rather than symbolic—you feel its fabric, the actors' discomfort breathing through it—which transforms a high-concept gimmick into something genuinely intimate and vulnerable on a shoestring.