In a small bar in Madrid run by Amparo (Terele Pávez) and her cook Sátur (Secun de la Rosa), a group of people comes together who couldn’t be more different. They all plan to go their separate ways when a shot rings out in the streets, striking down one of the customers who just left. A rescue attempt also ends deadly. As they don’t dare to leave anymore, they try to figure out what is going on inside the cafe which quickly leads to them turning on each other.
When I saw El Bar at the festival, it hit me at a bad time and I slept a lot during the film. The parts I saw weren’t really to my liking, and my track record with de la Iglesia is spotty to put it mildly. Nevertheless when I saw that the film had hit netflix, I decided to give it another try. Just to be fair. I shouldn’t have bothered.
Gonzalo (Álvaro Ogalla) is far from driven. He’s still a student at university, having pushed off writting his thesis for a while now, he works as a tutor and lives off his parents’ money. He is in love with his cousin Pilar (Marta Larralde). But in one respect, Gonzalo knows exactly what he wants: he wants to leave the catholic church. And not only not participate anymore, he wants his name and data expunged from the parish record. But in Spain that is easier said than done.
El apóstata gave an interesting look at church proceedings in Spain, but other than that I couldn’t really get into it, especially because I hated Gonzalo.