There are films that did not have never to be made and this is one of them. Daniel (Juanjo Puigcorbe) leaves the jail with the spirit to take revenge itself of his father-in-law, a judge sunk in the corruption and the drug trafficking. And one better idea is not happened to him than the one "to kidnap" to its own son (Jose Maria Gomez) and to take it to decrepit studies of cinema where they are rolled, still today,broken-down films of the American West staged in the Spanish Mediterranean coast with the only Yankee reference that the one that gives a withered actor him, Michael Morrison (David Carradine), in the declivity of his once shining race. Permanent sensation that is obtained in this film is the one of dust that covers it of principle to aim, that does that when it concludes, the spectator of a deep sigh of lightening. It is truth that his director, Pau Martinez, aims at many things. But it is so its unskillfulness that all of them are halfway as halfway it is left the film that seems to be without finishing. The tried revenge never concludes, the fled tried one is not carried out, the denunciation to the corruption of the corrupt father-in-law does not finish explaining, the connections of the judge with the bandits narcotics traffickers are not seen by no side, the incipient love that is born between the protagonist and the secondary actress who for of apache (Cristina Seats) has been diluted like a lump of sugar in the water, the encounter with the old friend To pound (Mercedes Sampietro)loses itself in a timid kiss that nobody knows that it means, we do not know that lesson has learned the boy, a little bad-mannered, in this unusual adventure if we excluded to shoot with an old Colt of the imaginary American West. We do not know either if the old actor is pederast or a frustrated father, logically with all the extremely well-known problems, alcohol, age, ephemeral glory, etc. And finally we remained without knowing the reason for the antagonism that feels this devastated actor by Daniel to not being deeply rooted enmity between Americans and Spaniards, nor is understood the reverence that becomes to the Empire when it is the beating whom the 'españolito'poor man at hands of the quarrelsome receives, powerful and dusty American gunman. That is to say, we remained waiting for the end of so many things whereas we shook the dust that has fallen on us, after seeing this film (?). It causes a great pain to see that handful of good actors act in a so poor film. Necessities to eat every day...
Review of Lost Bullet
