‘Afternoons of Solitude’ Review: Albert Serra Observes the Matador Life In All Its Absurd Beauty and Obscene Bloodshed

Albert Serra’s “Afternoons of Solitude” begins not taking the bull by the horns, but looking it in the eye. It opens on a blunt close-up of a magnificent bovine specimen staring straight to camera, its gaze somehow confrontational, even as its pupils are nearly lost in the glossy obsidian monument of its head. The beast […]