Among those attending the recently closed San Sebastian Film Festival was quite common comment about the low level of many of the participating films. It was said that none of the festivals this year was especially good, so Donosti would not be an exception. And the proof is very clear that a movie as poor as the woman without a piano will report to Javier Rebollo the Silver Shell for Best Director. Delusional.

Although for delusions, these yes, the greatness of this film. Greatness not to become a premiere called to break the box office, but in regard to their lofty claims in style, form and character of the work. Perhaps in its boldness and in such high claims lies the sense of a major award in San Sebastian, it is certain that Rebollo Javier attempt to do something different than usual there. There's no doubt. And yes, here is to congratulate the author for his concern. The problem is that if one is to get in Gus Van Sant plan and you do not get anywhere near, what remains is, with apologies, a churro.

Women without piano is the story of a night other than in the dull, routine existence of a mature woman ( Carmen Machi in dramatic key) and unhappily married. On this night, this woman is dedicated to walking the streets, sitting, sleeping, breakfast and meet a guy in a situation so absurd that no one can swallow. Mind you, I'm going to gut. The discovery in a train station that both have the same ring tone on your mobile phone is what the players will end up sleeping together in a hostel that night.

And the rest, the void. Nothing. The desperate feeling of being stretched to a loose short hour and a half on the basis of walks and silences. A radical simplification that the result is zero. No stirring, no thrills, does not come, no matter. And no, the auteur label does not mean that whatever school.