Leap Year a Brutal Study in Being Alone


Serotonin depletion is a common metabolic state in Mexican movies, but this unsettling indie, the debut of an Australian-born writer living in Mexico and a winner at Cannes, follows the black dog to the cliff’s edge. Essentially a study of brutal loneliness, the film is set entirely in one cheap apartment in Mexico City, where Laura (Babel bit player Monica del Carmen), a chubby business-mag freelancer, spends her days, eating alone, enviously spying on a young couple across the way, and bringing home disinterested one-night stands. There’s a hole in Laura, so to speak, and it has something to do with her dead father and the approaching four-year anniversary of his death (February 28), but soon her vacuum is filled by Arturo (Gustavo Sánchez Parra), a philandering sadist whose escalating attacks are first endured and then seen as salvation. There are trifling signs of freshmanship, but also a steady observant eye, and in the end Leap Year bears heartbreaking witness to hopeless depression, isolation, and the failure of sex (some of which looks as real as the cigarette burn on the breast) as few movies ever have.