Carlos Saura’s Honeycomb is an unbearable exploration of regression into childhood. The filmmaking explores a form of the the Oedipus Complex, where a person buckles under the pressure to be conventional, snapping back into childhood and and wanting to return to the womb. Even if the conceit is clever, the execution is poor and the setup even worse. It quickly becomes a repetitive, needless examination of stress manifesting in strange ways. Geraldine Chaplin (Teresa) and Per Oscarsson (Pedro) play crying children for the the majority of the runtime.
The portrayals are neither fun nor informative. The performances are annoyingly un-fun, nearly forcing me into turning the film off. The structure of the screenplay is mind-numbingly dull scene after scene of increasingly childish sequence with no narrative release.
I’ll never watch this film again, truly. May God have mercy on my soul.
Rating: ☆½
Verdict:
Weird Cinema 