It’s quite possible that I should’ve given this film a miss. It started at 11:45 pm and I knew I had a morning film the next day. I kind of got caught up in the rush to get there and enthusiasm to see something a little bit weird late at night, something that I would never have the chance to see elsewhere.

Beginning like Old Joy, we have almost amateur footage of two male friends going on some kind of hike through a forest. One is mostly quiet, Marty (Joshua Burge), whereas the other Derek (director Joel Potrykus), who is the one who reminds me so much of Will Oldham’s character in Old Joy, continually talks. He is a bit of a doofus, full of ideas and excited at every thing about life but you get the feeling he has lost direction.

There is a hint that they are heading somewhere with a purpose that involves small home-made explosives. And when they get to their destination, which is a beach, they undertake what we realise pretty soon is a suicide pact.

It’s pretty awful, and it’s such a contrast to the bumbling, low-key humour that we have been watching. That it doesn’t go to plan is no great surprise and it is this that heads the story in a different, melancholy, and vaguely satisfying direction. 

I’m not quite sure how I feel about this as a film. It doesn’t feel like it achieves a lot but that central scene is so memorable, that I suspect I will be thinking about it for a long time to come. I like the fact that it was so low budget and shows what kind of story you can craft with very little. 

And the title is South American Spanish for a tyre repair shop, which you’ll understand when you see the film.