
There are many films piercing through Cecilia King’s first feature; there’s a film about a family (her sister, her mother, her aunt, her grandmother)… There’s also one about being an Argentinian woman of Korean descent visiting Korea. And another one about being a Korean woman who, at the same time, acts like someone from Buenos Aires. There’s family love, friendship, the small tragedies and the great ones, emancipation, heartbreak, creativity. And none of these storylines drives us to a feeling of drift; they are parts of a mosaic that is pieced together in the viewer’s head thanks to a solid, strongly emotional core: the life of the director, who, in a spontaneous and loving display of generosity, dedicates My Last Failure to (in this order) a teacher from childhood, her eternal friends and her sister.

Heart of a Dog

Anna Nicole Smith: You Don't Know Me

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty

To Kill a Tiger

Charlie: The Life and Art of Charles Chaplin

Directed by John Ford

Love, Marilyn

Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction

McQueen

Come See Me in the Good Light

In the Realms of the Unreal

Capital in the Twenty-First Century
Videogames
2014