You remember F. Javier Gutiérrez, right? His 3 días (2008), that fantastic story of a serial killer who escapes from prison 72 hours before a meteorite crashes into the Earth marking the end of days, which toured the festivals of half the world. From Berlin to Malaga and Trieste. His new work, The Wait, so sparse, so dry, so rough, so arid, so burned by the sun and rage, is one of those films that will blast your head and gnaw your innards. It's been shown at Austin and at Sitges. And will soon open in cinemas. Rural Spain. The Spain of feudal landlords. The Spain of hunting parties. Of La escopeta nacional (1978). Gone wild. No damned joke about it. People have been defining it as a horror thriller with the savage soul of a western.