The best way to define this movie is... such a waste. Very good Chilean actors (like the sublime Alfredo Castro) and a bunch of pianos are destroyed in this movie, a stupid and pretentious story about a musician that went mentally insane (the handsome Benjamin Vicuña) and another musician who's trying to find him and steal his music (God knows why, the music is not even that good). Nice idea, but just the idea. Larrain, the director, probably watched too many '90s video clips in his young life: the movie is a poor mix of Madonna and Guns and Roses nineties videos, with yes, the blood, the flying curtains, the pianos, etc. etc. He (the director) just missed the beautiful girl running through dark corridors wearing a long and sexy white gown. But well, Benjamin Vicuna is more feminine and delicate than a lot of girls you see around, so is almost the same.
