There’s a lot I wish I could tell you about Perdida, but it’s one of those thrillers full of twists and turns, and almost everything I want to tell you is probably a spoiler. What I can tell you is the following.

Eric, a man in crisis, meets Fabiana, a waitress serving him whiskeys all night. Eric is obviously going through something. He ends up blackout drunk and passes out on her couch. After awkwardly running out, he returns to apologise, and they begin a torrid affair.

Fabiana joins him at his luxurious, remote house and over several days, she comes to enjoy the new man in her life and the comforts of his home. However, it quickly becomes apparent that something isn’t quite right. Something is definitely off between the weird groans coming from the pipes and the police officers who show up looking for Eric’s wife, Carolina.

It probably sounds like I am spoiling the movie, but rest assured that this is only a brief outline of the film’s first half-hour.

Each lead is good, but Cristina Rodlo as Fabiana steals the show. Fabiana is naive and trusting and also sexual and assertive, and she manages to sell all of that seamlessly. Paulina Davila also puts in good work as Carolina, realising that her marriage isn’t all she wants. The problem that both of these women have is that Eric is an asshole.

For most of the film, while most things are not quite like they seem, one thing does remain true: Eric is an asshole. José María De Tavira appears to be having a blast playing him, which also shines through.

Perdida will likely draw comparisons to Hitchcock, Fincher, and Bong Joon-ho, which are rightly deserved. The story will keep you on your toes; the framing and architecture are gorgeous, and the cast is magnetic. What more could you ask for?

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