3 hours watching an assembly of picture-perfect blokes circling around each other for no apparent reason made me wanna reach for an axe to demolish my screen. Of course, I didn't let it come to that. Suffice to say I knocked off several times while the dazed looking superstuds 'meandered' through an undefinable landscape, trying to do....... to do....... to do what exactly? One thing they shared was the inability to laugh or have fun. Moody poses prevailed throughout the film. The purpose of the sulky looking female at the beginning and end excaped me completely. 14.99 euro down the drain. Who's the moody one now? Yours truly!
Naturally, I've got my expectations to blame. I took RSRS to be similar to 'Broken Sky'; a movie I watched and reviewed some time ago. It was even directed by the same director - Julián Hernández. It had me spellbound. While RSRS runs on paralel lines, it failed to do anything for me. I consider it to be poorly directed and to posess all the charm of a overly drawn out documentary. To make matters even worse, it featured an out of tune score, played on eerie sounding hornpipes or something. I put this one down to experience and look forward to the next film to come my way, to be of a more uplifting nature.