Valente is a young man who works collecting garbage. One morning in the middle of the day he has to pick up gravel, among old sacks he finds a radiant mask. The encounter motivates him to dedicate himself to fighting, becoming over the years the best fighter of his time thanks to the mask, but when he loses it and is unmasked, misfortune falls on him.
A young officer manages to infiltrate a gang of kidnappers and while waiting for the strike force to go into action, she is forced to intervene. Alone and without support, she must decide if, in order to save one life, she must first end many. A strong woman in a violent world, police forces and defend the good at any cost. When the Law has a lethal side... is it Law?
A veteran judge is nominated to the Supreme Court, sparking a fierce battle between opposing sides. As his past comes under scrutiny, accusations and rumors threaten to change everything.
Two sisters living in poor conditions selling magazines door to door. They are to face a big adversity and must to stand up to it, if they want to survive.
A man and a woman walk through the night of the city of Cordoba following clues left by an old man in a series of small wooden boxes. The clues reveal information about the city's statues and their mysterious links to local history.
A city, a detective and a game where life is the stake. Paul Naschy plays Carlos Oliarte, a ruthless psychopath capable of risking his life playing Russian roulette for the pleasure of contemplating the fear of others, where the difference between living or dying is marked by a .38 revolver.
While robbing a house, Julio asks Ricardo to pretend to be the house's owners. Both of them take advantage of the solitude of their surroundings to express what they truly feel for each other.
A taboo in the family: the death of my great-grandmother Sofía. The surface of this history is known but not the background and much less the beginning, only its end. The tragic end The answers are in the family, in my grandparents and my uncles. This project is a tribute to her and the woman she was.
This is not about actors, nor about a theater in ashes, nor about a play without an audience, nor about a ghost actress, nor about the outline of a dead man, nor about a theater with a life of its own, nor about an actor who is also an actress, nor about a fake phone call, nor about a house with four walls that turns, nor about a psychotic clown, nor about one, two, three, four NN bodies tied up without choice, much less about a certain theater, with a certain fire, with a certain collapse, with a certain 2007 scratched in the mind of a certain ghost actress, of a certain faggot and of a certain clown, nor about the revelation of their secret that neither you, nor I, nor they know if it was like that or not.