A bit of focused, frenzied exploitation cinema, Targarona's film delivers what it promises with enough skill and wit to provide a temporary rush, even if it's too insubstantial to truly scar.

[Marina Gatell and Pablo Derqui's] bodies, their lines, their connection -at times uneven due to some not specially elaborated argumentative excuses- are the causes that keep the film standing. [Full review in Spanish]

This interesting premise never really feels like it hits its full potential.

Aside from the actors giving good performances, the story is too illogical to swallow without questioning it.