The Beasts. A Spanish Galician jobby that swept the board at Cannes. Rather excellent. Reminds me so much of where we used to live in the mountains of Murcia. It's wild, its desolate, its mostly empty, there are ancient pits and wells, there are weird in-breds, there's alot of drink, people disappear. Except our problems were not with the local spanish. IT was with gullible ex-pats and the cunt of a father-in-law.
