One-minute review: Older, bald, fat man, a Spaniard. Young 23-year-old Spanish beauty. On the beach. He films her from every angle. Continuously. Why? He explains one night by the pool. He adores her. He wants film so that he can continue to adore her. Why? Because she will change. Or she will grow old, or she will leave him. He can’t allow that. He will have to kill her while she is in the phase of her great beauty before she begins to change or leave.
The narrator asks, what if I tell Inés (the girl’s name) or the authorities what you have said? No problem. We are leaving tomorrow to go back to
The New Yorker (November 2, 2009), 96 – 105.