#Treintaysiete
2017 · 7m · España
Directed by José Luis Velázquez Menéndez
Genres: horror, surrealism, thriller
Javier is finishing his working day, as every day, sweeping the car park of a shopping centre. Only two clients remain to take out their cars, but Javier begins to see strange things.
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A parking attendant's mundane closing shift cracks into full cosmic dread—the film doesn't bother explaining *what* he's seeing, just that reality is liquefying around him in real time, and somehow that refusal to rationalize it is scarier than any jump scare could be.
Velázquez threads a careful needle between naturalistic labor cinema and Buñuelian uncanny, using the shopping centre's geometry and the formal discipline of the seven-minute constraint to build a controlled sense of phenomenological rupture.
The film's kill shot is a static wide of Javier motionless among the parked cars while the fluorescent hum builds—one held frame that transforms a janitor's exhaustion into existential vertigo, and suddenly the entire premise clicks into place.