Km. 0 - Kilometer Zero
Facts and Figures
Run time: 108 mins
In Theaters: Friday 30th June 2000
Distributed by: TLA Releasing
Production compaines: TLA Releasing
Contactmusic.com: 3.5 / 5
Rotten Tomatoes: 53%
Fresh: 24 Rotten: 21
IMDB: 7.3 / 10
Km. 0 - Kilometer Zero Review
The chosen meeting place for all these brief encounters: kilometro cero, the marker in Madrid's central plaza from which all highway distances in Spain are measured. It's a convenient meeting place, too convenient, in fact, because when so many strangers pick the same spot to meet, there are bound to be plenty of cases of mistaken identity and screwed-up assignations. One could easily argue that there are enough tangled plotlines here for several interesting films.
First comes Pedro, a young film student from out of town looking to meet up with his sister's friend, who has offered him a place to sleep. By mistake, he picks up Tatiana (Elisa Matilla), a hooker with a heart of gold and a case of low self-esteem. He thinks he's found his roommate. She thinks she's found her john. This is the Pygmalion plotline.
Creepier is the connection between Marga (Concha Velesco), a grand dame of a certain age who orders up a muy macho escort (Jesus Cabrero) by phone but comes to realize (a little too late) that the guy in question may in fact be a very close but long-lost relation. This is the Oedipus plotline.
At the same time, an uptight accountant (Alberto San Juan), who was supposed to meet the hooker in order to devirginize himself before his wedding, instead meets a vivacious gay guy (Armando del Rio) who takes him to a nearby bar for drinks. The gay guy has missed his hookup because another gay guy (Miguel Garcia) has snagged his Internet date, a sexy flamenco dancer (Victor Ullate Jr.), and off they have gone for an afternoon of no-commitment fooling around. This is the gay sex farce plotline.
And that's just the half of it. As the day progresses and the confused characters start to figure out who's who and what's what, all sorts of funny and sexy scenarios play out. Call it Almodóvar Lite, a sweaty libidinous romp full of rat-a-tat dialogue (or, more accurately, rat-a-tat subtitles) but without Almodóvar's trademark transvestites and wacky wallpaper. The big and somewhat obvious message is that our destinies are the result of the most accidental of encounters. So don't stay inside. Get out there and bump into people, even if you'd really rather stay home by your air conditioner.
Aka Kilometro Cero.
Gotta start counting somewhere.