I saw this Spanish film at the library at Middlebury College when I was working on my M.A. in Spanish. By the end of the film, I was gasping in sobs. It's been nearly 10 years since I've seen this amazing movie so I don't remember all the details, but I will tell you that it was gripping - especially since I've admired García-Lorca forever. As Joaquín works with the homeless old gentleman who has just vague, intermittent memories of his prior life due to a grave injury to his head, there is more and more evidence that the man is indeed Federico García-Lorca. The one scene that stands out for me is when Joaquín brings him to the theatre where they are showing "The House of Bernarda Alba" and you can see on the old gentleman's face intimate recognition of the play. Of course, at the end there's no conclusion as to the man's identity, so it's up to you to decide whether or not this was García-Lorca. I'd rather live believing that Franco's Fascist regime did NOT kill one of the best poets and playwrights of the 20th century.
—Jerryanne LaPerrière