No era mía, pero me la comí.

The scouts

A three-minute Spanish comedy that treats a stolen tortilla like a crime procedural—absurdist, escalating, completely unapologetic about its premise. This is exactly the kind of "wait, WHAT?" that makes people forget they're supposed to be watching something "important."

The film's structural economy recalls the precision of Spanish comedic shorts and early Ealing farce, though its darkly comic escalation feels more indebted to contemporary absurdist satire than classical tradition—a clean execution of an unconventional genre hybrid.

The reveal of how far Mónica will go to unmask a flatmate over food is a single tonal choice that transforms what could've been a sketch into something genuinely unsettling, and that calibration—balancing domestic comedy with genuine menace—is what makes three minutes feel complete.