My Darling Supermarket

In this existentialist delight, whimsical and profound, the mundane gains new enlightenment.

If the world outside the Supermercado Veran is rife with poverty and crime, we wouldn’t know it from inside this little cocoon.

Better late than never, the film’s spiritual thrust becomes clear by the third act. The stark symmetry of the shelved merchandise and the eerily dissonant score assumes an otherworldly, ritualistic power when our subjects begin musing on faith and the nature of existence.

It is difficult to see My Darling Supermarket for the whimsical anthropological oddity it so desperately strives to be.