Suffers from an overtly conventional way of depicting the life events of an anything-but-conventional woman, a lazy flaw further highlighted by its brief moments of visual experimentation.
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New York Post by Farran Smith Nehme
The biographical bits soon feel like a distraction from the music, performed by Gavilán. It’s heard often, but not often enough. Judging by the movie, Parra’s songs are fiery and haunting, sometimes sensuous, sometimes bleak. When Parra sings, the movie becomes worthwhile.
The New York Times by Jeannette Catsoulis
Mr. Wood has created a poignant portrait of an artist unable to escape the stamp of her class or the burdens of aging.
Gavilán’s performance bears out Parra’s advice to “hate mathematics and embrace chaos,” and falls between private and public, assurance and self-doubt.
Los Angeles Times by Sheri Linden
Francisca Gavilán's lead performance burns with a dark radiance that's anything but self-congratulatory.
By inexpertly filtering her art through her travails, Wood and Altunaga reimagine Parra's suicide as an explicable conclusion to her turbulent life.