As bestas

Watching As Bestas is an intense experience. For much of the film, you find yourself clenching your fists, a knot in your throat, wishing those two miserable brothers would disappear from the screen. They're the kind of characters that get under your skin-not just because of what they do, but because of what they represent: blind hatred, violent ignorance, the most savage kind of stubbornness. And the worst part? You know this isn't just fiction. It's based on a real case.

Sorogoyen handles tension like very few directors can. There's no forced music or unnecessary cues. Just the weight of silence, of glances, of words left unsaid and those spoken with venom. The bar scene, that interrogation disguised as a casual chat, is so uncomfortable it's chilling. And when justice finally comes -because it does, even if not in the way you expect- there's a small sense of relief that doesn't erase the bitterness.

Menochet's performance is flawless, but Luis Zahera is on another level. He's terrifying without raising his voice, without doing anything showy. He just is, rotten from the inside out, a constant threat. Marina Foïs also shines in the second half, which shifts the tone but never drops in quality.

As Bestas is the kind of cinema that leaves a mark. It's not a pleasant or easy film, but it's powerful, brave, and devastating. One of those stories you don't forget -not just for what it tells, but for how deeply it makes you feel.