Harakiri, I Miss You

Three young men, consumed by unfulfilled desires, form a toxic bond fueled by resentment toward women. As their hatred grows and their lives unravel, they are forced to confront the darkness that dwells within them. In Madrid, three young Latin American men-Samuel, Alejandro, and Diego-drift through their days clinging to an intoxicating macho energy and empty rituals, quietly masking a shared sense of displacement. Samuel has a girlfriend but remains emotionally absent, drawn toward distraction. Alejandro and Diego, both single, fill their time with idle talk and wandering, disconnected from their families back home. When they fixate on Magdalena, a quiet and enigmatic neighbor, their curiosity turns into a game-lingering near her building, timing their exits to match hers, shadowing her movements in hopes of a spark. Each becomes convinced he is the one she will notice, and their camaraderie slowly curdles into rivalry. As the chance of seducing her fades, the chase becomes less about her and more about proving something they can't name. They spiral into chaotic nights, strange encounters, and fleeting brushes with other outsiders that briefly pierce their posturing but leave no lasting mark. Around them, the lesser-seen Madrid hums on-filled with old bar owners, peculiar neighbors, and resilient strangers whose grounded energy they can't match. An experienced, chaotic, oddly wise taxi driver, battling his own demons, offers them the closest thing to clarity they'll hear. Whether it will change them is another question entirely. A portrait of men pretending not to break while already broken, it is a story of youth, alienation, and the noise we make to avoid hearing ourselves.