Journey to the Shore co-composed by Larraín with Guillermo Calderón and Daniel Villalobos – comes back to this thought of blame and dissent, opening up new roads for it, boulevards that dependably however lead back to legislative issues and history. There is a claustrophobic force to the dramatization, fundamentally the same to the airless mistreatment of Post Mortem, and with the same kind of an awful dream. Be that as it may, this is a considerably darker and more uncompromisingly furious film than the others. It is something to set nearby the excellent documentaries of Chilean movie producer Patricio Guzmán, and maybe Ariel Dorfman’s 1991 stage play Death and the Maiden.
The setting is peculiarly reminiscent of TV’s Father Ted: a weird ocean side “retirement home” for Catholic clerics, complete with a defensive and faintly evil mother-hen figure and one exceptionally old minister experiencing dementia, who has a significantly imperative propensity for presenting things that he has listened, similar to a crazed tape recording. These clerics have accomplished something incorrectly, however the congregation can’t straightforwardly denounce them, or toss them out of the ministry, still less hand them over to the common powers. So they hide them away from plain view in this interesting open jail, where they live in a useless fraternity of disgrace.