Our lives are enriched by love. It brightens our lives, gives us hope, and makes us feel alive. It’s February, the month that celebrates love. It is the best time to release romantic movies at this time of year. Although I don’t consider myself romantic and have reservations about romantic movies, I find it difficult to be alone. The Beatles song says, “All you need is love” and everyone wants to find it. Recently, I’ve felt quite lonely. When I found out about Netflix’s Spanish romantic movie Through My Window I grabbed it to see for some escapism. It is exhausting after just one hour and 53 minutes.
The film is based on the novel. It centers around Raquel, a young woman who is obsessed with Ares, her handsome, high-class neighbor. Raquel is a working-class girl who is the son of a multimillionaire and is one of the most powerful tycoons of the country. Ares is Raquel’s younger brother. She obsesses over Ares so much that she gathers all information about him and every photo of him. Raquel also keeps a daily journal in which she writes about her daydreams about him. As they become more involved in a complex relationship, both of them will suffer and love each other, their obsession becomes something more.

It is too clichéd when it comes to the plot. As an Indian, I’ve seen many of these middle-class men fall for working-class girls. It seems to me that I would like to have these romantic perks and some erotic scenes. As it progresses, the same thing keeps happening, I get bored. The plot has nothing to offer the audience. The plot is a loop: people party, have sex and drink their wine. They also reconcile. The film is messy, with some sweet scenes between Julio Pena and Clara Galle.

They also have little to offer other than what I’ve already mentioned. Although Galle and Pena have a chemistry that is relatable, the screenplay doesn’t build on it.

It is possible to tell the same story over and over again, as there are hundreds of cinemas. The way you tell a story will change as you age. Through My Window fails to provide us with anything new. It also serves old wine but tastes bitter due to its excessive use of erotica, and lack of motivation.