The path to the final minutes of Barbara Arriaga Jordan’s “The Last Gaze” is a seemingly endless course littered with weak cinematic devices, narrative tricks and a piling up of details that go nowhereinteresting. The characters of a luckless girl in a dusty brothel and a famous painter losing his sight do eventually meet, but it’s the getting there that more than undoes the project. Aud prize at Guadalajara reflects popularity of hot soap star Marisol Centeno, but local biz in theatrical and ancillary is all that can be hoped for.
Painter Homero (Sergi Mateu), at the height of his fame, learns his eyesight is degenerating and that the last color he’ll detect is red. Mei (Centeno) has been abandoned by her hooker mom and must leave school to work as a maid in a tacky Chinese-themed brothel infested with the usual circle of macho ghouls. Red herrings, as well as red colors, rule the pic, which Jordan expanded to excessive length from her 10-minute short, “The Ship to China.”