Un juego absurdo

The scouts

A guy daydreaming at a party about a girl he likes—that's the plot everyone's made a thousand times, and Rothschild knows it, which is why the absurdist tonal shifts feel like a shrug instead of a subversion; it's self-aware enough to be aware of its own tameness.

There's a formal delicacy to how the film navigates the reality-fantasy threshold, reminiscent of mid-century European romantic comedy's love of interior reverie, though it doesn't quite earn the tonal sophistication its structure promises.

The film's entire grip lives in the choice to let Javier's anxiety manifest as physical comedy rather than voiceover—a single decision about *how* internal states get rendered that transforms what could've been sentimental into something genuinely tender and specific.