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Ainara, 17 ans, élève dans un lycée catholique, s’apprête à passer son bac et à choisir son futur parcours universitaire. A la surprise générale, cette brillante jeune fille annonce à sa famille qu’elle souhaite participer à une période d’intégration dans un couvent afin d’embrasser la vie de religieuse. La nouvelle prend tout le monde au dépourvu.
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There are films that do not take an explicit stance, yet leave an unmistakable emotional imprint. Here, the decision of a young girl to enter a cloistered convent is not built from conflict or conviction, but from a disconcerting passivity. There is no visible process, no doubts, no articulated desire. Only silence. And that silence becomes the film’s true discourse. Ambiguity is constant. At times it feels critical, at times contemplative. But when the family farewell is filmed with almost surgical coldness and the protagonist’s face conveys distance rather than fulfillment, what remains is not transcendence but loss. If the intention was to celebrate vocation, the staging works against it. If the intention was to question it, the script never fully commits to exploring that crack. The monologue by Aunt Maite is probably the film’s strongest moment. She articulates rational objections clearly and without caricature. The niece’s reply —“I will pray for you”— is not aggressive, but it is revealing: it shifts the debate onto a plane where argument no longer matters. It is a sentence that closes the conversation rather than enriching it. And that tension, properly developed, could have sustained a far more incisive film. The use of Into My Arms by Nick Cave in an almost liturgical context is particularly striking. The song begins by denying faith in an interventionist God and speaks, above all, of human vulnerability and love without guarantees. Turning it into an accompaniment to religious solemnity simplifies its meaning. Or perhaps not: perhaps that appropriation reveals an unintended irony, a distance between what is heard and what is actually being said. Who knows if that is where the film’s most subtle critique truly lies. Ultimately, the film suggests more than it asserts, but it does not always manage to sustain what it hints at. What should be a profound exploration of vocation, freedom and loss ends up in an ambivalence that borders on indefinition. There are valuable moments, yes, but the whole never quite finds its own center.
Me gustó mucho, la actuación de la niña es buenísima
quite decent and well acted movie
Es una película interesante y valiente que aborda un tema complejo con gran sensibilidad. Es de admirar que la directora trate la materia con respeto y sin caer en la burla; no busca convencer ni predicar. Al integrar la fe y la llamada interior de la protagonista de forma natural, la propuesta resulta mucho más honesta. 🛐✝