A film that glimmers with moments of wit and melancholy but never settles into coherence. Like a soufflé, it is beautiful in concept, fragile in execution, and destined to collapse the moment you press into it.

The Souffleur is a brief hour and 18 minutes long, and just as much a tone poem as it is a character study. Dafoe brings ballast and humanity to it, uniting its fragments as Lucius decides what to do with his future.

A visually stunning meditation on memory and change. Willem Dafoe delivers a quietly mesmerizing performance, while Gastón Solnicki favors atmosphere over plot. Beautiful and thought-provoking, even if its fragmented narrative won't connect with everyone.

A particular but not really successful effort to deliver very few people with a very lukewarm time. One interesting performance and a sterile attempt to being interesting sometime's not enough. [Full review in Spanish]