Critic Reviews

Like a great poem, End of the Century gives voice to a seemingly indescribable feeling, one anyone who’s ever fallen in love will recognize from deep in their soul — as if bumping into an old friend you forgot how much you liked.

End of the Century is a sublimely haunting experience that will make you sigh in recognition of the what-ifs in your own life.

It’s a stirring and delicately reflective piece of work.

End of the Century is a love story drenched in a nostalgic magical realism that constantly shifts its own logic, as if recognizing the futility of containing its uncontainable romance.

The measured ordinariness of its first section has been a sly setup for a poetic film that handles narrative as a kind of scarf dance.

End of the Century is at its best whenever Castro keeps things thematically and temperamentally woozy.

A beautifully crafted love story, End of the Century has two understated, thoughtful performances at its heart. It explores its existential themes – of the passing of time and of roads not taken – with delicacy and deftness. It’s a road worth travelling.

Castro’s feature-length directorial debut is a profound and casually artful expression of the lengths to which people go in order to not have to embody their desires.

It’s a lovely film that’s poetic, erotic and bittersweet.

It balances what is with what might have been and what could still be, and, although the result is maybe a bit less substantial than Castro intended, there is a certain literary elegance in the way he sketches it out.