Yo y sus geranios

The scouts

A conceptual artist who works with *potatoes* gets humbled by geraniums—it's exactly the kind of premise that sounds ridiculous until you realize it's a perfect inversion of every pretentious-artist satire. Cavero commits to the absurdity without winking, which is why it actually lands.

The film sits comfortably in a European tradition of deadpan institutional comedy—there's a lineage here from Tati through contemporary Spanish cinema—but the execution feels slight, lacking the formal precision or tonal control that would elevate it beyond a sketch.

The decision to let Vicente's potato-work philosophy apply literally to plant care (mundane responsibility as conceptual material) is clever, but what saves it is the casting choice—a performer who can hold genuine bewilderment while maintaining complete dignity in front of flowers.