Nobody Will Speak of Us When We're Dead

This breathtakingly assured film begins in Tarantino mode with Abril caught in the crossfire between Mexican gangsters and DEA agents. She heads back to Spain with details of the Mob's local money-laundering operation; unfortunately, she's a total flop as a cat burglar, and falls off the wagon with a bump. A thriller with a difference: we're concerned, for instance, as much about Abril's fish dinner as the gangsters' reprisals. An acute, witty dissection of machismo in Spanish culture, a disquisition on the existence of God, and an advertisement for adult education.