Lost in the wilderness, an orphanage hides from the Spanish Civil War. In it's heart stands an unexploded bomb and be sure, where there's a bomb, there will be an explosion. The orphanage is haunted by the spirit of a boy who disappeared the night the bomb fell. This ghost scuttles about the subterranean vaults as a gothic elemental, representing memories best forgotten, desires best suppressed.

     The war is drawing to a close, people are after a way out, ideals discarded. Baser instincts of greed and fear replace rational thought. As the wise doctor says at one point, "there are no curses from god, only poverty and disease." But he is willing to try a superstitious remedy, if it will work......

     This is refreshingly distant from Sixth Sense, a film with shocks both jumping and wincing. My only fear is that someone in Hollywood will say, oh, we could re-make this, set it in Vietnam or Bosnia. That's not needed...

Suzy Kuba