A perfectly ordinary moment. A perfectly ordinary car. A perfectly ordinary Sunday. In my very imaginary beautiful day.

She speaks three languages fluently — yet somehow can’t manage to leave the house without creating an international incident.

I chose a Spanish comedy, reclined my seat, and expected light entertainment. Instead, I found myself trapped in a tense story of corruption, betrayal, and helicopters on rooftops. Either I misunderstood the film — or something very strange happened in that cinema.