Me corta el rollo
2010 · 7m · España
Directed by Leixandre Froufe
A young couple begins kissing on a sofa, but something keeps ruining the mood for him. The situation tests how far each of them is willing to go for passion.
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A romance that weaponizes interruption—the absurdist joke lands hardest because it refuses to sentimentalize desire, instead treating passion as something hilariously fragile and ridiculous. Everyone else would've made this saccharine; Froufe makes it a Bunuel-adjacent comedy about bodies and annoyance.
The formal restraint here is precise: a single-room staging that recalls the theatrical economy of mid-century European comedy, where constraint becomes the engine of wit. The editing trusts silence and reaction shots in a way that feels ancestral to Tati's understanding of spatial comedy.
The film's entire architecture hinges on that one recurring interruption—a concept so simple it could collapse into gimmick, but Froufe's commitment to the performers' micro-expressions and the escalating absurdity of *what keeps happening* transforms it into something genuinely inventive on a shoestring.