At the long last, I watched Encanto (in Spanish), thanks to the open-air cinema cycle Vamos de cine organised by LPA Cultura. I have to say that I didn’t enjoy the first 10—15 minutes at all and was even considering going home. The viewers, that is, little kids and their parents, were producing so much noise that sometimes I couldn’t hear the dialogue. I’m glad I stayed.
OK, the “happy” ending was a bit of a let-down. I was hoping for a magic-less alternative, which was already taking shape. But all in all, I liked this film. I would like it even better if not for songs. Most of them are forgettable (I forgot them already) and don’t add much to the story. A few are irritating, none more so than Colombia, Mi Encanto yodelled by Carlos Vives. I’d say, scrap them all — with a singular exception of No se habla de Bruno (We Don’t Talk About Bruno) which is a masterpiece. I think that the Spanish version is superior to the (already pretty damn good) English original.
