Honeycomb

Teresa (Geraldine Chaplin) is haunted by childhood trauma. She and her husband Pedro (Per Oscarsson) live in an isolated mansion. He's a successful auto executive, but at home, his wife is deteriorating. He starts playing her 'games' and it gets surreal.

This is a Spanish arthouse film. It's a little weird and it's a little slow. I would prefer a more isolated home with nobody other than the two leads. It's somewhat interesting to devolve into her father's relationship with her. That seems to have the juiciest possibilities. They do keep detouring into weirdness and they're not always compelling. I don't see pretending to be a dog as anything other than wondering if the pork chops are raw. I am interested in the crawfish for one reason. I don't know if people ate crawfish back then. I'm sure the Spanish did. They had to get them from somewhere. Did middle America other than Louisiana eat crawfish?

I expected more surrealism. It seems to be a lack of technical know-how or budget. There is a missed opportunity to go all out. Basically, a lot of this is these two actors playing around on a stage play. The father figure could do a great reveal, but this movie is a bit unfocused. It's trying to be profound and edgy. This has its moments.