Tu madre

The scouts

The audacity of playing demonic possession as a domestic inconvenience—a possessed kid as just another school call Ana has to manage between the dishes—is exactly the kind of premise that makes consensus taste look exhausted. Córcoles gets the joke without winking, which is why it lands.

A cleanly composed absurdist chamber piece that understands its lineage in Spanish dark comedy while maintaining rigorous tonal control; the decision to keep the camera in the kitchen rather than escalate visually demonstrates formal maturity.

The entire film hinges on Ana's performance staying perfectly flat—no hysteria, no supernatural awe, just maternal resignation—and that single choice transmutes a three-minute setup into something genuinely unsettling and funny in ways that feel earned rather than gimmicked.