It's been a little while since I've been to Sheffield Showroom but it still remains one of my favourite places to watch cinema.
And today the atmosphere was heightened by the regular Sunday lunchtime jazz slot. If we hadn't have had some serious movie ticking off to be getting on with, I could have stayed and happily laid back and listened to that for a couple of hours.
However, screen 3 was calling me, Mrs W and, for a rare everyfilm outing, Miss W.
Carancho was an Argentinian entry for the best foreign language film at the Oscars, although it was not shortlisted.
I can understand both why it was put forward and why it didn't come down to the final reckoning.
This is a complex but enjoyable thriller with, typically for a South American movie, two flawed lead characters.
Martina Gusman plays ambulance paramedic/hospital junior doctor Lujan who falls for Sosa (Ricardo Darin), who organises compensation claims for accident victims.
Neither are quite as upstanding as it first seems, however. Lujan has a drug dependency issue and Sosa's firm is involved in very shady practices.
Pablo Trapero's movie begins slowly as the romance between Lujan and Sosa gently develops and then a shocking incident happens and the drama takes over.
Indeed, much of the violence in the latter section of the film is pretty nasty.
I found Carancho needed my full focus. I don't know whether it was a big Sunday lunch or just that I had seen so many pictures this weekend but there were a couple of plot twists which I required Mrs W to clarify for me.
We agreed that the ending was inevitable.
I also felt that a music score would have helped heighten the drama.
All that said, the plot was highly original, the performances were strong and, overall, this was a quality thriller.
Laughs: none
Jumps: two good ones
Vomit: none
Nudity: two scenes.
Overall rating: 7/10