It takes Andrés (Santiago Cabrera) nearly 80 minutes to leave the damn party. At the beginning of The Life of Fish, the handsome, 30-something travel writer is catching up with friends at a birthday bash when he insists that he needs to get home to pack for a trip. Bonus to leaving early: Andrés would avoid seeing Bea (Blanca Lewin), a former and now-married girlfriend for whom he still carries a torch. But instead of heading straight for the door, Andés dithers, talking to this person in one room and that person in the next, including the One Who Got Away herself. As the melancholy score ebbs and flows, as talk turns to relationships and a dead friend, and as the camera seems to focus every other shot on an allegedly suffused-with-meaning fish tank, you wish the dude would just walk out already. Though the interactions between Andrés and Bea are bursting with sexual tension, and are somewhat interesting as their history comes into clearer focus, the film as a whole is languid and navel-gazing. By the time Andrés stares at himself in the mirror for a second self-evaluation, you’re sick of seeing that pretty face pout.
At 8:45 p.m.; also on Satirday, April 16 at 5:45 p.m. Both showings at E Street Cinema.