Women On The Verge Of A Nervous Breakdown Movie -

Pepa refuses. She’s not a murderer. But then Iván’s son, (20s), a handsome, serious law student, arrives with his fiancée, Ángela —a shrill, hyper-practical woman who wears a gas mask while painting furniture. They’ve come to pick up a suitcase Iván left behind.

“Pepa.” It’s Iván (50s), her lover of several years. His voice is a deep, practiced purr. “I’m leaving you. I’ve packed my things. Don’t look for me. I’m… on a journey of silence.” women on the verge of a nervous breakdown movie

“You’re a ghost,” she says. “You don’t love women. You love the beginning of women. And I’m tired of being a prologue.” Pepa refuses

She slaps him. He doesn’t flinch.

Then comes (20s), Candela’s naive, sweet-natured friend. She’s tagging along for moral support but is mostly interested in Pepa’s collection of vintage horror movie posters. They’ve come to pick up a suitcase Iván left behind

Chaos multiplies. Carlos is drawn to Pepa’s raw, unfiltered pain. Ángela is drawn to rearranging the furniture. And Lucía, mistaking Carlos for the young Iván, tries to kiss him. The apartment is now a stage for five women (and one confused young man) all performing their own private tragedies. In the confusion, the gazpacho is served. Candela, still weepy, drinks a full bowl. Then Marisa drinks one. Then Lucía, for courage. Even Ángela has a sip (“for the antioxidants”).