a movie of Netflix which is that Valentina (Aitana) is very cool. And her neighbor, an agoraphobic slob with the pretense of an inventor, stalks her in search of luck, after a disconcerting encounter that places them at the antipodes of eroticism. Because like Alaska, Aitana can also fall in love with a zombie or rather a ghost that lives within the walls of her new loft.
At least until Valentina discovers that the spectrum thing is just a soundproofing defect between apartments. What happens is that the next-door neighbor (laugh at Norman Bates from Psycho) knows that he can give the new tenant a good scare.
Without a doubt, a structural defect can truncate the budding relationship of potential lovers. A relationship that we all know how to recognize immediately because it stereotypes more than garlic. Beauty and the beast, the pianist and the geek if we transfer it to this urban version. And that couldn't be. The relationship could not die before even aiming for a candid romance. And what's worse, before they even taste chicha with each other.
But we already know that, as we used to say in my town, "those who fight when they are little, when they grow up, they laugh." And as the relationship between ill-adjusted and worse soundproofed neighbors could fester, something moves inside them. From the psychopathic hatred typical of any random neighborhood, to reaching the opposite pole of love.
What difference does it make to have a little piano in the morning, or a few hammer blows during a nap. The important thing is to tune in with your neighbors. Even more so if those neighbors are as hot as Valentina. In cases like this you swallow the inconvenience of it, waiting for one day the girl to come by for sugar, winking at you...
The thing (from what I found out before falling asleep) is that Valentina is still determined to be a pianist despite the fact that the world conspires against her. On her hard road to success, she earns some money as a waitress. Something to pay for her 4.000 euro apartment in the center of Madrid.
And yes, Valentina may achieve her dream, drawing on contacts from her ex or simply letting herself be carried away by her creative imprint and the advice of her neighbor (a neighbor who sometimes fixes your watch or talks to you about the creative motives of Beethoven), because the girl has art and youthful charisma (I don't know why she doesn't think about being an actress and stops banging on the piano).
In these, you as a viewer discover that you will no longer be able to live without knowing how such a dramatic affair is going to end. For God's sake, who will get the license to make noise in the mornings and who will get the license to make noise in the afternoons? Will Valentina manage to dedicate herself to the piano? Will she be able to pay the first month's rent with her part-time waitress salary? Will the gafillas manage to spread the churro?
Many questions. But in the end it is a movie from which you also learn. We all know that Beethoven had his traumas. And that the fall of the Berlin Wall was a minor detail next to the collapse of walls between these two new mythological lovers of our era. Because hammer in hand the gafillas finally manages to reach Valentina's apartment. And since she never went to get sugar, he will have to be the one to ask her for some salt, because they miss the rice.
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