We spent the afternoon at the BFI watching El Sur, as profound a film as I’ve seen, by Victor Erice, who made The Spirit of the Beehive.   So little happens, but that little is filmed with such intensity through the eyes of a teenage girl who is perplexed by her father’s love for someone he has left in the south of Spain.   Nothing is explained, partly because, as I’ve now doscovered, it is only half the film that it was supposed to be;  but that half tells one everything and nothing in order to be able to understand the psychology of the three lead characters and their family.