Salvador Mallo, a director nearing the end of his career, reflects on his life: his mother, his loves, and the actors with whom he collaborated. He feels an immeasurable emptiness, facing his mortality, the inability to continue filming, the impossibility of separating creation from his own life, in the 1960s in a small village in Valencia, the 1980s in Madrid, and now in the present, when he feels an immeasurable emptiness, facing his mortality, the inability to continue filming, the impossibility of separating creation from his own life. The desire to tell his story could be the key to his salvation.
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Salvador Mallo, a director nearing the end of his career, reflects on his life: his mother, his loves, and the actors with whom he collaborated. He feels an immeasurable emptiness, facing his mortality, the inability to continue filming, the impossibility of separating creation from his own life, in the 1960s in a small village in Valencia, the 1980s in Madrid, and now in the present, when he feels an immeasurable emptiness, facing his mortality, the inability to continue filming, the impossibility of separating creation from his own life. The desire to tell his story could be the key to his salvation.
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