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52 Films by Women Vol 4. 48. ONLY YOU (Director: Harry Wootliff)

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  Relationships are tested by the perceived obstacles to happiness that couples face. In the Glasgow-set drama, Only You , the sensitively-acted, emotionally-affecting feature debut of co-writer-director Harry Wootliff, we spend two hours in the company of Jake (Josh O’Connor) and Elena (Laia Costa), who meet, fall in love, share a flat, decide that having a baby together is the next step and then hit the biological brick wall. Wootliff focuses on the subtle pressures that Elena and Jake feel under – all of Elena’s friends have young babies – as they begin to feel wanting. It is as if childlessness is a judgement - an un-birth sentence. Elena aged 35 at the start of the film, had an abortion aged 18. This isn’t discussed explicitly, but Wootliff’s film is fodder for the pro-life lobby. The film owes a monster-sized debt to the early naturalistic dramas of Michael Winterbottom, currently Britain’s most prolific, if hardly most successful director. His most relevant credits include...

52 Films by Women Vol 8. 33. Un Amor (Director: Isabel Coixet)

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Pictured : 'I prefer working on the inside to working on the outside.' Interpreter Nat ( Laia Costa ) is gripped by Andreas 'the German' ( Hovik Keuchkerian ) in the Spanish drama, ' Un Amor ', adapted from Sara Mesa 's 2020 novel by Laura Ferrero and director Isabel Coixet . Still courtesy of Imagine Film Distribution (Belgium) There is a trope in romantic dramas about mending the broken. Spanish director Isabel Coixet explores this in her adaptation of Sara Mesa’s novel, Un Amor . In it, Nat ( Laia Costa ), a young interpreter who works for an NGO, quits her job to retreat to a small village in a rural part of Spain, where everybody knows everyone else. The house Nat moves into needs a lot of work, but it is all Nat can afford. Her landlord Casero ( Luis Bermejo ) gives her the dog to match; it has a scarred face from ‘looking at something it shouldn’t’. There’s a pound nearby from which dogs bark at night. ‘I don’t hear them anymore,’ the grumpily mena...