Sweetheart

I am sorry... but if you are going to watch a movie about an African-American girl scout or Corporal Nola Darling, against an over-sized Gill-man, you better stop the cinéphile pretense and realize you are going to watch just that, so put on your Jack Arnold hat with a feather "a la Guillermo del Toro", and leave the intelligentsia pose for latter, when you sit to watch Díaz, Martell, Brillante, Reygadas, Alonso, Encina, Tarr and the rest of the crowd.

Quite original, wet, salty, sandy and scary horror movie if you ask me, even if it loses impact and power when we finally see the fish-man, and it turns into a hand to hand match between the woman and the thing. It tries to explain everything, but it also leaves a few questions unanswered, which makes it more intriguing.

I am glad I saw it, on this umpteenth "quarantine" Sunday night.