Perhaps the song below (second video from the actual movie) is the only thing of interest in the movie The Limits of Control. Ok, some quotes from the moronic scenario are good too (one, aptly characterized the entire movie: "Sometimes I like it in films when people just sit there, not saying anything.").
I had not felt sleepy so early in the night for ages; indeed, I would give this movie five stars for a miraculous new cure of chronic insomnia. Admittedly, the scene below woke me up for a while; but this is entirely forgivable.
On a more serious note, perhaps the director had in mind Camus' The stranger (the "killing an Arab" bit would fit in nicely), but hey, this kind of dramatization of existiantilism fares much better as a bad acid trip (hallucinatory references galore) than a good movie.
|El que se tenga por grande|
que se vaya al cementerio
y verá lo que es el mundo
es un palmo de terreno.
|He who thinks he is bigger than the rest,|
must go to the cemetery,
there he will see what the world is really like—
it is a handful of dirt.
El que se tenga por grande (flamenco, scene from "The Limits of Control", review)