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I kept my eyes on the axle spinning underneath the bowed two-by-four laid across where the bottom of the cab had rusted out to avoid looking up at the trees. The bats hung above us crowding out the sky and weighing down branches like dark leathery tumors, the sum of all their little breaths and twitches making the canopy squirm. It was ten in the morning, but distant facts like nocturnal sleeping schedules don’t make a few thousand flying foxes dangling over your head any less ominous. Despite the throaty belches coming from Daniel’s roofless carcass of a Land Rover, I found myself carefully quiet hoping not to wake the sleeping beasts above me.
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By Madeline TriceCaye Casas’ “The Coffee Table” (La mesita del comedor) is a Hitchcockian comedy of errors, complete with an ominous ascension of stairs and a premise just a hop, skip, and a jump from “Rope” (1948). In his second full-length film following “Killing God” (2018), Casas shows the worst possible day in a parent’s life and begs viewers not to look away, maybe even to laugh—maybe. I won’t say definitively if the movie was or wasn’t funny, to each their own, but I think what’s important is that the movie wants to be funny.
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