Madrid, 1987 is a taut, character-driven drama that unfolds in the sweltering heat of a summer day in Spain’s capital. When a young journalism student meets a cynical, aging writer for what begins as a professional interview, they unexpectedly find themselves trapped together in a small, locked bathroom—naked, vulnerable, and forced into a confrontation neither expected.
What follows is a searing psychological duel that explores power, ideology, generational conflict, and the complexities of desire. With no escape, the characters peel back layers of identity, revealing insecurities, ambitions, and the raw truths they hide from the world—and from themselves.
Set against the backdrop of Spain’s post-Franco cultural awakening, the film captures a pivotal moment of transition—both politically and personally. It is a slow-burning, intellectual seduction, more about what is said than what is done, where tension simmers just beneath the surface.
Madrid, 1987 is not just about bodies in a room; it’s about minds in collision, and the fragile lines between intimacy, power, and self-revelation.
