¿Qué será de Baby Grace?

The scouts

A Grace Kelly obsession film sounds like exactly the kind of middlebrow prestige nobody needs—except Rovira somehow makes the yearning itself the point, which is perverse enough to work; the film doesn't redeem Cosme's fantasy, it just holds it tenderly, which is weirder than mocking it.

Rovira positions this minor historical moment—a honeymoon visit—as a hinge for intimate observation; there's formal restraint here that earns its sentimentality, the kind of measured framing that sits comfortably in the lineage of European small-scale portraiture.

The real move is letting the gap between Cosme's imagined Grace and the actual woman passing through Palma do all the emotional work without ever spelling it out—that decision to trust absence over presence is what transforms what could've been a cute obsession story into something genuinely melancholic.