It was pick your Bardem night: No Country for Old Men was playing in one part of town, and Love in the Time of Cholera was screened in another. Though I had passes for both, I was unable to see either.
I have a feeling I'll make the effort for No Country, and may catch Cholera eventually, but my greatest regret is not being able to incorporate the following picture into an early review.
Watch it here. One hundred years of quietude, indeed.