‘Afternoons of Solitude' Review:

New York Times

26-06-2025

Albert Serra's first documentary feature, 'Afternoons of Solitude,' shows the Peruvian-born torero Andrés Roca Rey as he battles bulls in the ring and psychs himself up offstage. The film's faithful depiction of the bloody Spanish tradition could serve as an argument against the much-protested practice, but Serra's vision is mesmeric not polemic. He records spangled ceremonies marinated in the fear of death, producing an X-ray of the male ego and its costly upkeep.
Serra doesn't frontload the spectacle: He likes to observe Roca Rey at rest, driven in a crowded car and facing a fixed camera. The fresh-faced bullfighter obsesses over his matches and masculinity, and his cuadrilla (team of assistants) big him up like a boxer before a fight. Serra's mastery of mood in the film builds on an iconoclastic career spanning from the Don Quixote deconstruction 'Honor of Knights' to the atomic tropicalia of 'Pacifiction.'
In the ring, Roca Rey and the bull are often tensely composed in medium shots and close-ups. The face-offs are hypnotic, like those between a mongoose and python; Roca Rey grimaces as he risks being gored in his angling and attacks. But notions of courage are complicated by the preparatory rituals of the 'picadors,' who stab the bulls until they are weakened by muscle injury and blood loss.
If this review sounds conflicted, that reflects the power of a nonfiction film that might also escape its director's loftier intentions. This flop-sweat portrait suggests that a toreador is never as brave as the bull and maybe knows it.
Afternoons of SolitudeNot rated. In Spanish, with subtitles. Running time: 2 hours 5 minutes. In theaters.