Valentin is about the most manipulative and cloyingly 'cute' movie that I have seen in a very long time. Think of it as 'Pollyanna' for the over 11s. If you feel that you can endure a cross-eyed, doe-eyed kid turning on the cute button to maximum for 95 minutes, then maybe it's the movie for you. This is no 'Cinema Paradiso' (though it obviously thinks it is), merely an exercise in forcing otherwise sane adults to observe children through rose-tinted specs. Not even Carmen Maura's fine performance as young Valentin's grandmother can save the film. Pass the sick-bucket, someone?
Review of Valentin
